Milo Kida Novels & Stories

"Let's go, little sister!" The trainer steps out of the way. Kas and Milo stare each other down as they size each other up. Milo is a foot taller than Kas and more than a hundred pounds heavier than her. He’s not as big as me, but she’s so petite, I’m not sure what her plan of attack is going to be. Kick his kneecaps?

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Kaian added proudly. Kaia shoved both aside, climbing into Milo’s arms. “Daddy, I got a hundred in spelling. Also, my teacher says I talk too much, but that’s just because I have important things to say. Also, I made you a card but I spilt cereal on it. I cried. Mommy gave me another paper. It didn’t feel the same. Also—” Milo interrupted. “Whoa, whoa.” Milo laughed, scooping her up properly. “How long was I gone? A decade?” he asked.

Lumar told him “Sorry, Lutin. I am Milo. I was King Otis’s beta until I let Tia get into my head. I haven’t seen her since I was band from the castle. But the word is she is looking for people to help her kill someone so they don’t lead a war against pure bloods.” Milo informed us

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“Then talk. For once, Milo, just talk to me as a man. Not a soldier.” Milo stayed standing for a moment, torn between instinct and emotion. Then sat across from me, almost like a son summoned to explain a hidden wound. He exhaled deeply. “My birth name is Mi Lo Jin. Son of Jong Ping Jin, Korean arms financier. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He trafficked power like currency. His reach extended into Lorenzo’s camp before Lorenzo even had a name.” My eyes narrowed. “And you disowned him?” Milo nodded. “He killed my mother for giving me a conscience. I left Korea. Found refuge with Mr. Martinez, a tech genius who owed my mother a favor. He became my real father. Trained me. Gave me a second life.”

Milo's last bit of hope was shattered as he screamed, "Corbin, I can drop out of the competition! I don't want anything anymore; I just want to live my life out in peace. Let me go. I can make Jerome come serve you." Corbin's expression shifted with interest. "You can actually make that happen?" Milo saw the change and lit up with desperate relief. "Yes, absolutely. And besides Jerome, there's also a young man from the Lloyd family in Chetvine who supports me. He brought a whole group of elite fighters with him, and the Lloyd family even sent a mysterious top-tier expert. As long as you spare me, I can convince them to help you win the Director's seat." Corbin frowned. "You're telling me the

' Aiden told them as he stood back up straight. A Sequin was the one of the people that you had to meet in order to have direct acess to Tiz, the founder of Hero League. He was an old man who had a son, Quent who was around Aiden's age or two years younger. Quent was going to be the successor after his dad. 'I'll be in the crowd section.' Aiden nodded at the Squad 10 members. He turned back and started walking away. Suzanne, out of impulse, ran after him and hugged him when she got to him.

Alleki perfectly tied his black shoulder-length hair. The man excused himself with two squad captains and walked nearer. At twenty, his lean and tall built made her look like a child. “Congratulations on your appointment, Alleki—I mean, Commander.” Malaika smiled. She honestly felt proud of him. Come to think of it. She considered him as her rival a long time ago. But she was ill-fated enough to be this low.

-Lindy Lindy smiles as she tries to make Milo jealous to see if he does get jealous. That's not something to be proud of. -Mill Well, I am proud of it because he's my ultimate crush here in school and he helped me! It’s like having a chance to take a photo with your celebrity idol but way better than that. I am so happy today! :D -Lindy Good to know. Who's the dude? What's his name? -Mill Jake. He plays football and he's so good at it! I'm the luckiest in world right now. -Lindy