Milo Kida Novels & Stories

Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking. “You are right about that one,” Luna Claudia said, and Mario wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looked at Ezra who was standing on the windowsill from the outside, staring out at the people. It was a habit that he often had, a trick that he taught me whenever he wanted to run was to jump out of these heights, and though I knew that I might never be as good as he was, I knew that he was impressed by how fast I learned. But then again, having a father like mine, despite not telling me who he was, I was still forced to train, athletically at least.

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”

She could recognize that voice from anywhere. "Kylian"

She needs to cover a lot in one day. Milo removed his shades seeing Klara coming his way and opened the door for her which shocked the gang. They can tell Milo is from mafia from his looks and also he seemed a bit familiar but why is he acting like a servant to Fiona? Milo sensed their gaze and turned to them and they all gasped recalling who he is.

“He pulls me into his arms, and I let out a sigh. I giggle when our little man kicks, and I am positive that Kaden can feel it. He pulls back and looks at my stomach. He rubs it, telling our little man that he gets time with mommy, too, which earns me another hard kick. I am convinced that this little boy is going to be a soccer player when he is old enough whit how hard he kicks. He has had enough practice kicking my bladder around these last six months. I ask if he has heard from Alek or Lance, and he says that Alek called while I changing, letting him know that they were able to get Tianya and Kylynn home. He says that they didn’t kill anyone but that they now need to replace the pu

“Let’s get to your dad then.” We walk into the building and as we encounter security, Mia identifies herself with an ID card and a thumbprint, which further identifies her as Mia Fernandez. She then introduces me as her date and we received permission to go in and I follow Mia's footstep, not trusting her one bit, but hoping for all our sake she’s right. I climb up the stairs, stopping when we are on the staircase, one floor above, and looking down at everything that’s happening. “With joy in my heart, I welcome everyone to the 33rd annual convention of the Fernandez Company and initiative.” Begin a man with grey hair who seems to have a striking resemblance to Mia. The crowds applauded, and

There were several others behind the person. “Sure.” A mocking grin got plastered on the other lad’s face. The person looked unruly at a glance due to his piercings and long hair that did not conform with the rules. However, this guy called Milo was actually an honor student, and one of those rare ones who knew about his actual identity. He was sure this Milo hung that annoying expression on his face to annoy him or get cross to him how ‘proud’ he was to treat a Razon heir to a snack.

" I wish dad was still alive with us. Tears pooled my eyes, I quickly brushed it off. Hours later Mum came in with a mouth watering plate of rice and cold water, my belly rumbled at the sight of the food, I hurriedly collected it from her, and dug in immediately, without even saying thank you. Oops! My bad. Mum understands, she knew how hungry I was, she smiled and told me to continue eat. After eating I followed mum to help out with some work, I still couldn't get over the structure of the mansion, from the garage,to the swimming pool, to the statues, everywhere screamed MONEY! Mr Raphael was average in height, with a pot belly, but very handsome too, I estimated him to be 50 years and abov

Slowly he walks up to the young girl of six and goes on one knee before her. " I know you " The young lady says very softly, bringing a small smile playing on the face of the Italian Mafia Boss. " Oh really? Then tell me. What is my Name? " " It's Maximo. My Italian friend in school Brag about having a mighty Mafia Boss " She replied softly and at this Maximo had to chuckled. " Well new York got a mighty Mafia Boss too " " My dad isn't as dominant as you. That is why he couldn't resist being submissive. Do you have any weakness? "