Milo Manheim Shirtless Novels & Stories

What Valentino says goes no matter what and if you argue you get a bullet, believe me, I know I have scars to prove it. I scanned my surroundings bingo. I grinned evilly, making my way towards the girl I recognised from the photo. "Milly?" "Yeah." She said, turning. I placed the drugged handkerchief over her mouth. She screamed into it. Trying her best to struggle out of my hold, feisty I like it. She slowly stopped struggling as her eyes rolled back and closed. I threw her over my shoulder and walked casually away, making sure no one was around or watching. Valentino Miller

Isabelle must be home, I can't wait to finally meet her face to face. “Hello,” I call out as I shuffle inside, dragging one bag and pushing the other inside with my foot. “Isabelle?” I muster but gasp out in shock standing in surprise. There’s a boy! No.. Not just a boy—a MAN, standing in the living room shirtless. His back is to me, and it's cut in a million different directions with thick muscles and deep grooves. He's wearing gray jogging pants, his ass is round, firm, and clenches tightly as he turns around.

"I-I didn't mean.. I didn't do it on purpose, and I'm so sorry for giving you guys an attitude." He laughs, just too cute to see. "It's fine. It's just a shirt, it's no big deal. And by the way, hi, I'm Milo." He extended his hand while I just stare down at it; not knowing what to do. I'm still in shock, the fact that standing right in front me is that famous band - Zenith. Then Milo giggles as I mentally slap my forehead. "Oh, I-I'm Lorien." I slowly take his hand and shook it.

In his hand, he gripped a handful of glossy magazines and two paperbacks, covers that still made heat rush to my cheeks. Millie had slipped them into my hands behind the gym a couple weeks back, winking and whispering, "Trust me, you need these more than I do." The magazines were filled with shirtless men in low-slung jeans or nothing at all, their skin glistening and eyes smoldering as they gazed into the camera.

"You're so fucking fit." "Bartending is physical," Milo said with a breathless laugh. "Carrying kegs, shaking drinks, being on my feet all night. Keeps me in shape." He reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it into the back seat. Victor stared. Milo's torso was lean and defined, with tight abs, a narrow waist, and a light dusting of dark blond hair between his pecs trailing down into the waistband of his jeans. His nipples were small and pink, hard from the cool air. A small tattoo of a crescent moon sat on his left hip bone.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Wait, I must have heard her wrong. I turn my head back to the mirror. Milo? The mirror shows Milo in the weight room with other warriors and pack guards working out. His eyes are intense with concentration as he bench presses almost five hundred pounds. He is dripping in sweat with no shirt on. His shorts are low on his hips, with his tattooed torso on full display. When he finishes his set, he sits up and grins at someone with that goofy lopsided smile he gets when he jokes around. His gray eyes sparkle as he says something, but there’s no sound to the image.

Her hair is still in twists, but there is no headband holding it back, allowing it to frame her angular face perfectly. Milo said casual. I’m literally in red leggings and a Mastodon crop top with Converse hightops. The only reason I didn’t wear a longer shirt was because Milo insisted the leggings made the non-existent belly I was worried about disappear. I didn’t have time to put on any make-up because I had to pump to make sure Codi had enough to eat while we were out. If you look up the word awkward in the dictionary, there is a photograph of this moment. I just know it. “Hey guys!” Milo waves at them. “How’s it goin’, big guy? This must be the girlfriend we’ve been hearing about?”

I didn't notice them initially. “You would have peeped a little,” Moxilla sneered at me, angry I turned my eyes away from a naked man. “I have my pants on, you can stop closing your eyes,” He chucked again and I opened my eyes. My mouth dropped open, just looking at his abs, he was the full definition of hot. He's so hot! I was trying not to stare, but I just couldn't help it. He was standing in front of me, shirtless, and it was like he was showing off his amazing body, intentionally.

Then I took the necklace he gave me off and slipped the ring onto it before putting it back around my neck. "You're really worried, huh?" Milo asked as he came up to grab something from in the other room and I laughed. "I'm just... mildly concerned." I replied and he chuckled, leaning his elbow against the doorway by his head. "Well, if you ever want to get into alcoholism, I'm your guy." He winked, making me laugh. He chuckled again and opened the door of the roof next to this one, going inside and shutting the door behind him. I put my hair into a neat ponytail and turned the bathroom lights off as I walked out. Today I wore a white, sleeveless corset top and regular blue jeans.