Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

JAKE’s POV I woke up alone, my ass throbbing from Milo’s cock tearing into me last night. I groaned, sitting up, flashes of his rough hands and filthy mouth burning in my mind. My cheeks flushed as I buried my face in my hands. This was my fucked-up life now. The penthouse was quiet. No Milo. Probably didn’t sleep here—too personal for a psycho who saw me as his personal fucktoy. A sealed envelope on the desk caught my eye. I stumbled over, legs shaky from his pounding, and ripped it open.

the girl requested and Mila nodded. "Eleanor and Park is a really good book, and also Just Friends is a great one," Mila told the girl as she handed her the books. The girl examined the books, then thanked Mila and went to pay. Mila returned to the table and she found somebody reading what she was writing. She walked quickly and took the notebook from his hands, closing it. Annoyance was crystal clear on her face.

Continuring Sylar's POV: I heard Lyle walk in then with Milo."Sylar~ You're back. That's good." Lyle told me. "Don't go running off like that again." "Why not?" I asked him. "Because you have a mate," Lyle hissed. "Milo, meet your number one fan," I told him and pointed to the girl on the couch. "I found her drooling over your books." Milo widened his eyes and looked towards her.

" Nice to meet you, Mrs. De Luca, I'm Milo Montez, and we'll be seeing more of each other in the future" I frowned at her strange name until her hands envelopes mine, her strong grip took me by surprise and I looked up at her in a daze, seeing the sharp bridge of her nose, thin mouth, and the rest of the masculine features I didn't notice at first, I gasped in shock. " You're.. you're a man?" Milo winked at me. " Never judge a man by his choice of clothes " Despite the smile on his face, I did not doubt that he was just as deadly as everyone else in this room, what kind of crazy people were these?

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

She wandered in and lit a lamp, which illuminated almost the entire space. "Huh? He's been a part of the mafia all his life and leads a ruthless gang. What could I possibly learn about him through old books? And to top it all off, why would I want to understand him? He kidnapped me, Isabella." "To understand Darick, you need to understand how his mind thinks. Here." She handed me a book with torn and withered pages. I opened the book cover and couldn't tell if the writing style inside was medieval or gothic. I didn't even know if the two were the same.

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Miaka asked with a smile. You can clean yourself off and follow us home, the elf replied inside her head. "Damn mind readers," she thought. He was bound to tell Kai what she thought of him. Of the three men, the blonde teen healer Milo - Kai the evil Alpha wolf - and finally Vrethie the beautiful elf king - She was most attracted to Kai.

The silence between us grew thick, like fog, and she glanced at mr again. “Milo,” she said, voice cautious, “do you always feed them yourself?” I stiffened slightly. “Why wouldn’t I?” “I just didn’t expect a man like you to do something like this.” My eyes snapped to hers. “A man like me?” he echoed. “What exactly does that mean?” Emilie held his gaze, even though her heart raced. “I mean someone… powerful. Dangerous. Feared. You don’t seem like the type who has time for things like this.”

“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.