Milo Manheim Feather Novels & Stories

​I looked down. ​Milo, who had been crying for the last hour, was suddenly wide awake. He had wiggled his arms out of his yellow duck fleece. With zero survival instincts and absolute baby fearlessness, Milo reached his tiny, chubby hand across the center console. ​His little fingers clamped firmly into Kaelen Thorne’s thick, dark beard. ​"Da!" Milo squealed happily, giving the facial hair a sharp, aggressive yank.

The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. "Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned. Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.

The Thousand Feathered Beast was about six meters tall and looked like a miniature mountain. Fane walked up to the stage steadily. The moment Fane walked on the stage, the barrier around the arena activated, separating the stage from the outside world. No matter how powerful the attacks from the inside were, nothing would break through and reach the spectator stands. The moment Fane stood in place, the Thousand Feathered Beast moved. It flapped its massive wings, rushing into the air after an intense screech. Its sharp eyes remained fixed on Fane, even in the air.

There was very little but a few boxes there. “I had some errands for her to do,” Milo said as he calmly sat there. It was clear in the tone that he was using; he had no fear of the man, nor did he like him. This was not a friendly get together in the office. Some who even call it a standoff. “Oh, that little number. I heard it from a few. She gives the best head on the floor.” The man said. He was chuckling as he said it. From her place in the bathroom, she wondered who had said that about her.

There are times when I wish my legs would give out and I could be free from this. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I heard approaching footsteps, and, to my surprise, Milo and a girl appeared in front of me. Milo's face shows disgust when he looks at me. Standing at approximately 6'2, Milo is an 18-year-old with fair skin, short blond hair, and light blue eyes. He possesses a muscular physique and holds the titles of Alpha and Luna's son, destined to become the future Alpha. Milo was my second mate til he rejected me. His reputation will suffer if anyone finds out we are mates, which is why he threatened me. I'm not sure what "man card" status means, though. His rejection turned out to b

Greyson told me about them last night, that the two were constantly scheming and plotting. “Why hello beautiful,” the first breathed, dressed in fine all-white linen. Golden curls fanned his face, drawn against his vibrant green eyes. “I’m Archer and this is my brother Milo.” I nodded, glancing between the both of them. Milo was an exact replica, minus the hair. His blue-black waves dropped down to his shoulders and his green eyes surveyed me with intent.

A burst of laughter boomed. Then, a fierce-looking man covered in hair appeared. "Milo?" James froze momentarily. That man was none other than Milo of the Primordial Ape Race who snatched away his War Order. Milo's appearance immediately attracted the attention of many. As he laughed, he strode forward and charged toward the burning flames. "We have to prevent him from taking the initiative." Then, James charged toward the burning flames as well. Milo already had a War Order in hand. As such, James could not allow him to obtain an additional one.

Hands closed on my arms before I turned, strong and certain. “Got her,” someone said. “Don’t touch him,” I said, twisting until leather burned my skin. “Let him go.” A taller warrior cut across in front of me. He hesitated, then lifted Milo like he weighed nothing, one arm under legs, one across the back, careful. It made me angrier. “Easy, kid,” the tall one said. “You are alright.” Milo clung to his collar and stared at me, mouth open. He looked unharmed. It felt like a kindness with a chain tied to it.

-Lindy I'm on my way to Nando's. -Lindy I smiled as I see a bunch of her messages. I know she was as excited as me. I wonder if I am wearing id okay or if it is not so flashy. I don’t want to disappoint her or to think that I want to impress her with my looks just because I am Milo Beckett from Spitfire Strip. OMW to Nando's baby. -Mill I fixed the collar of my top and raked my fingers through my hair and was about to leave when the lads came in and decided to stop me from leaving.

This was the very Milo who ranked first among the ten toughest people! He was the leader of Firebrand Base, a man who was said to have reduced his own base down to nothing but the last few survivors. When he heard Liam's voice, the man in the mask reached up and pulled off the black face cover. A tan, sun-darkened face appeared. Milo's face was lean, with a hint of foreign blood. His features were sharp and rugged, his brows heavy, his nose high and straight, and his eyes a clear amber color. Everything about him looked hard and unbreakable.