Milo Manheim Shirtless Novels & Stories

"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately." ‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing. I blinked. Twice. And then again. Was it hot in here? Or was it just… Well. Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not a single bead of sweat trailing down his temple, or anywhere for that matter. It was then I realised unlike everyone else, he was the only one not in training gi. He was in his suit pants. Which told me he might have returned not too long ago.

she called out in her meek little voice. "What are you doing out here, young princess? Get inside at once! These are terrible times for sightseeing!" Milo admonished. He was a man with physical features of strength. He had long, light brown hair in low ponytail against his back. On his head circles a metal silver band with an insignia of a general --- a sword against a spark of light. Around his neck he wore a necklace with a crystal glowing with faint light. He hovered above her on his wingly that was rhythmically flapping about to keep afloat on air.

“Or if they do, they enjoy it.” He stepped into the room holding a digital tablet. “I’ve cross-checked the visual description with the only footage we could recover from Marrakesh.” He tapped the screen. An image appeared—blurry but unmistakable. A man. Shirtless. With flames tattooed from his throat to his wrists, eyes dead as stone. Zara stared at it. Mielle whispered, “He took the silver-eyed lady away.” ⸻ Later that night, Zara stood in the rain, face turned to the sky. Lightning forked across the clouds like warning scars.

"Isn't this all because of you? If you hadn't helped her back then, would Brianna have ever scored that well in math?" I dug my left hand into my thigh, hard, forcing myself not to tremble. The others smiled and echoed her, as if they'd all suddenly forgotten what they had done to me in high school. During lunch, it was like they were following a script, casually showing off how well their lives had turned out. Finneas took a call and loudly mentioned a deal worth millions of dollars. Melissa showed off a diamond ring that was clearly several carats large. Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist.

His shirt had been ripped open, exposing his chest. The air was stagnant, and a sense of grim hung heavy in the room. The scene was enough to make me wonder what had occurred and whether the man was in any danger. I watched as they appeared to be attending to the man. 'Hmm, that's strange. The mafia doesn't usually help people, but maybe he's one of their own,' I thought as I continued to look on. From my position in the doorway, I could only see the top of his head and part of his chest. But even from here, I could tell that the motionless man was bleeding from his neck and head, the dark red blood spilling across his shoulders.

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

If she could do what Eva wanted, then the video would be deleted, and all would be fine. "What's going on here?" Elena asked as she stared at the shirtless man. He was a tall and huge man and with his chest bare, Elena knew he had been working out, too much of it even. His arms were huge, and without touching them, Elena could see that there were strong ones that could get hold of anything at any time. The only clothing on his body was a short that hugged his strong thighs perfectly such that one could see all that they contained. "Eva? What the hell is going on here?" She queried Eva who just gave her a smile that suggested something weird.

Strong hands shot out and grabbed my waist, keeping me from falling, and Cassian raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the shirt in my hand. I gave him a sheepish smile and stepped backwards and — HOLY SHIT! How had I not noticed this before?! The man was shirtless! And not just shirtless. He was sweaty and breathing deeply. His hair was slicked away from his face, the ends curling slightly from the dampness, and his muscles seemed to be bulging more than normal. "Um...hey." My voice sounded hoarse and high-pitched at the same time, and I coughed, my ears hot with embarrassment. "I mean... Hi. Good morning. Um... I didn't see you there. I mean..."

After having been mocked by Axel, he had gone for a haircut before he made his way to Milo, and he felt free not to have the hair brushed down his neck. He hadn't gotten rid of all the hair like Milo, whose side profession as a kickboxer needed the low cut. But he didn't need the tattoo, which he had cover every inch of his upper body with. On his chest, to which he had drawn his mother, just on his heart, Zayne smirked. If only he wasn't Donna's greatest heartache, then that might seem adorable, but Milo, as if to avenge not being able to smoke, was bent on being guilty of every other atrocity.

It was almost as if it was happening in slow motion, especially when Holly flipped her hair over her shoulder as we walked through the front door. She had gotten dressed up in a skimpy dress that showed off a generous amount of skin, worn minimal makeup and instead opted to put glitter on her cheekbones, letting the lighting in the club do all the work showing off her slim facial structure. Milo had worn a more casual attire than his usual suit and button-down look. He wore a well-fitted white tank that was covered by a leather jacket and matched it with black jeans. His blonde-tipped brown hair was styled so that it looked spiky, even though his hair was short.