Milo Manheim Feather Novels & Stories

But my arms shook violently. The wind had not only thrown me down—it had stolen something from me, something invisible but essential, like my balance, my courage, even my certainty that the world was still normal. “Milo…” I whispered hoarsely. My voice sounded small, pathetic, swallowed by the restless air. Beside me, Milo groaned and rolled to his side, his face tightening with pain. He forced himself up on one knee, breathing heavily, his eyes scanning the darkness like a predator searching for the enemy that had dared to touch his territory.

Honestly, it feels kind of crazy, doesn’t it? I chuckled to myself, lying back against my pillows as I typed. Me:Crazy good or crazy bad? Milo:Crazy good. Definitely crazy good. But, if I’m being honest, it still feels like I’m waiting for someone to yell April Fool! or something. I laughed out loud, imagining him sitting there, probably with that goofy grin on his face, shaking his head at his own disbelief. I could picture it clearly. Me: I know the feeling. But it’s real, Milo. We’re real. Yes!

he added, the word cut through with steel, “you will address her as such.” I looked up. The man gripping my shoulder – Milo – smiled, but unlike Marla there was nothing kind about it. He bared his teeth at me as he chuckled, the sound at odds with the anger in his pale eyes. He had thin yellow-brown hair, which he’d slicked back over itself to hide the shining scalp peeping out between the strands. “Warrior Wolf? A little slip of a thing like you?” His grip tightened. “That’s not what Alpha Ryker said.”

He waits until the scent immobilizes a few meters away. Millan brings his hands over his face as if to rub the fatigue off of his face while opening his eyes again. He takes the opportunity to turn towards the beta. There, next to a fountain- this place honestly- sits a raven haired man, silently reading a small book, a peaceful expression to his face. Millan looks away as soon as he’s spotted him. It wouldn’t be as much fun if the man knew he’s not as subtle as he thinks. Happy about his current advantage, Millan eases off and surveys the peaceful area he’s stumbled upon.

Although Milo was still a little bit upset, he nonetheless nodded his head and held onto Adriel's hand once again. Adriel stood up and was surprised to see the handsome man looking at her with wonder. She touched her face. "Is there something on my face?" "No," he shook his head and smiled. "I'm just...amazed to see someone tame Milo in such a short time." "Well, he's not an animal. He does not need taming." The man cleared his throat. "Right," he said. "He's not. It's just that...Milo doesn't really listen well to anybody except for his big brother."

The business here should be finished because Liam has already signed the documents. However, Liam pointed to the chair in front of his desk and held Audrey's appointment documents under his hand. Audrey was forced to sit in a chair in front of Liam's desk. "You like this pen?" Liam asked. "I like its unique feather," answered Audrey. "It's beautiful." "These are the tail feathers of a special kind of bird," said Liam. "This type of bird only appears for a time that we cannot determine. Its tail feathers will change to another color, five minutes after falling off. Because of its wild nature, it is difficult to keep this type of bird and only certain people can catch and keep it, waiting unti

Six or seven young men from the Feather Clan with wings on their backs walked in, sneering. Their leader was a tall and sturdy birdman with six black and white wings on his back. The wings looked like two balls of black and white light when folded, which looked wonderful and showed a strong aura. He had a handsome and perfect face which was seemingly carved by a knife. With slightly curly long golden hair, he was extremely handsome and dashing. The people who mocked others previously were exactly from the Feather Clan with six wings. Immediately the six or seven geniuses showed up, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly changed.

How could one man pack what felt so big? He buried his face in my hair and sniffed. “Emilio—” “Milo. Call me Milo, little bird.” “I’m not a bird…Milo.” “I love how my name rolls off your tongue.” Despite how sexy his voice was, my attention was still split between him and the couple, who were no longer trying to be quiet. The man was slapping the girl’s ass so hard that it was red and raw as he told her dirty words. “So you like it rough, huh? You want to be tied up and fucked like there’s no tomorrow. Tell me, birdie. Can you boyfriend do that or does he think you’re a freak?”

“I shall keep my name.” Vedran cuts him off smoothly, a testament to the time they’ve spent together. “You might be called Milo. It is an unoffensive name that transverses borders.” “Milo.” Elian nods thoughtfully. “Milo, the leatherworker. I take your goods and turn them into something usable, Silas.” Finn rolls his eyes. “Careful. That might land you with a needle in your hands.” “And how do you know I couldn’t handle it?” Elian wiggles his fingers.

I wonder how long this party is going to last, I would really love to go home tonight. “I didn’t really think you would come,” I heard and glanced up to see Milo. He looked different tonight and it took a second to finally notice what; his hair. He had changed his hairstyle. He had always worn an undercut with straight fringes but he gave his fringes curls today and it actually looked nice. It was messy curls, almost like Aiden’s but Aiden has long hair and his curls were all round and Milo’s was just the fringes. And I must admit, it really suit him, blonde curly fringes, how nice.