Milo Kida Novels & Stories

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

just then his phone beeps and as he was about bringing it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me. Run Erica Run

I wipe away tears before they fall and blink hard. “Kas, just focus on you and the kids.” Milo sits on the edge of the bed and takes my hands in his. He looks at me remorsefully. “Things are going to be okay. It’s just going to take time. Everything is going to work out just fine. I’m sure of it. In fact, I think things are going to work out even better than they were before.” “Thanks, Milo.” I force a smile. He stands up and points at me. “I promised Codi she gets to come see Au Ka and her baby cousins tomorrow, so get ready for a big sloppy kiss from the cutest almost three-year-old you’ve ever known.”

“Who are you to say that after what you have done?” He leaned on his left leg to support himself – standing albeit weakly, trying to size up to my height. “You…are no…daughter…”, he paused to swallow. I could see the blood-stained burn on his neck as his Adam’s apple moved. “Of his…majesty in Kósmima.”

~Celine~ After Two Years “Kendrick!” I called out as he ran out of the room. I sprang to my feet and ran out of the room to grab him, only for me to see that Kilhan had grabbed him already. “Haa.” I sighed. “He’s so fast for a two-year-old,” I muttered, shaking my head tiredly. “Well, he is my son, of course, he’s going to be faster and stronger than any other child. I can’t wait for him to start running faster than this.” Kilhan responded while Kendrick chuckled in his arms.

Where did you go? Milo fell silent, his eyes flickering as he wrestled with the truth he held within. Last night had been a whirlwind of covert activities for the five-year-old. After he hacked into Alessia’s phone, he’d pieced together the chilling truth of her kidnapping. Worried, he delved deeper, infiltrating police databases to unveil the identities of the perpetrators—Jeramy Chavez and a man known simply as Shad. Both were arrested, but Milo also learned that the police were stumped when they tried to gather evidence against the mastermind of the human trafficking ring.

The sunglasses felt like a heavy secret in the front pocket of Milo’s backpack. For the last three days, Milo had been a different person. He didn't just trudge to class; he scanned the horizon. Every time the distant roar of an engine echoed through the campus, his heart did a frantic, clumsy somersault against his ribs. He had spent hours in front of his mirror, touching the place on his waist where his hands had gripped the biker’s leather jacket. He could still feel the vibration of the Harley in his bones—a steady, powerful thrum that made him feel, for the first time, like he wasn't just a "porcelain doll" waiting to be broken.

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

He is torturing a man. Lucy tskes, dropping the pile of underwear on another chair. She had been sorting them out based on colour, and she turns to face Kasym, a blank look on her face. “You could just spit it out, Kasym. No need to make it sound so…clean because of him. Milo is one of us, right?” She turns to me, and her expression is bright and clear, almost like another person was inhabiting her body. It looks weird, and I can’t stop my flinch. “And Milo is Andrei’s son, no less.”