Milo Kida Novels & Stories

Almost forgot the trap he might be walking straight into. Diana clasped her hands dramatically against her chest, watching them. “See? He’s polite. He’s been waiting for this moment.” She sniffled softly, her lashes lowered in faux modesty. “He’s been waiting for you.” Julian let go of Milo’s hand slowly, studying the boy’s face again. He wanted to deny it all, to say this couldn’t possibly be true, but the resemblance was undeniable. His throat felt tight. Milo spoke again, his tone hesitant but hopeful. “Do you… like soccer? I play sometimes. Mommy says I’m fast. Like you.”

That four-letter word was caught in my throat, refusing to come out. “ Shh, don’t say that. He’s okay. He’ll be okay. “ No matter how soothing and encouraging her words were, a part of my brain thought the worst thought possible. The pain in my chest had only gotten more intense by the second. I pulled away from her and wiped my tears. I needed to have faith. He was Nikolai, the youngest self-made Don to ever walk this earth. He was okay, he had to be. The door opened and Lily came in. She looked between the two of us and her expression softened when she saw my red eyes.

Kadeem forced himself up from the floor and shuffled over to where she stood, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Are you okay, Milo?” Kadeem asked. Milo sat with a towel draped around his chubby frame. His eyes were wide and rimmed red, and his lips were trembling. Milo swallowed hard and nodded slowly, but his voice was shaking as he replied in a barely audible whisper, “I’m okay.” Kadeem sat down on the edge of a pool chair. His throat and lungs still burned from the chlorine and every muscle in his body was sore. He raked back his tangled, wet hair. His clothes were sopping wet and dripping on the floor.

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

Kian asked bored. "Well, for starter, we wanted to know how you figured it out?" Myron asked. "Did you read his mind?" Neo added. "No. I can't just read his mind. That ability came from him. He's much stronger than me." Kian answered. "Then?" Dom urged him. Kian sighed... "It's simple. I knew my dada very well. He is proud about his looks but, he will never show himself wearing something that's too revealing like earlier." he answered.

“Do you know who I am?” Arthur shook his head. The expressions on her face were dark and scary. Mila stood up and raised her hands up, as if she was calling the heavens. “I am MILA DANIELS SHARPE,” Mila cried and a loud thunder rolled somewhere up in the sky, making a bang. “I am the off spring of two most dangerous clans in our history,” another loud bang. “I am the most powerful person on this planet,” and Arthur heard loud rain pattering the windows of the bathing chambers. Fear, sudden, deadly, fear gripped him at the moment.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

As the afternoon faded into gold, Mira and Milo argued over who could skip stones farther across the lake. Mira went first, her stone bouncing three times before sinking. “Ha!” she cheered. “Beat that.” Milo crouched, taking his turn. His stone skimmed five perfect skips before vanishing beneath the water. “Show-off,” Mira said, tossing a pebble at him. He caught it easily, smirking. “You challenged me.” Her jaw dropped. “Did you just smirk at me?” “Maybe.” Kael leaned back, amused. “He’s braver than I thought.”

he stretched out his hand for a handshake. Milo’s head lifted, his eyes on me, a silent question of trust. I nodded with a smile on my face, I wasn’t going to push him, he had to be the one who would choose if he wanted to be friends with Nevan. A greater part of me begged, prayed that they were friends. He grinned, “I am Milo, heard you like Legos.”

That woman loves putting herself in dangerous situations, doesn't she? “Who does this driver think he is?” “He's Milo Gonzales. He used to be with one of the top Formula 1 teams in the country, but he left after his contract expired. He has a clean record and very impressive stats, and there were a lot of offers for him, but he chose our team eventually.” Milo…. That name stopped me in my tracks and a feeling of dread crept up my spine. “I need to see a picture.” I barked. After a few taps on his screen, Tucker handed his tablet back to me.