Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

On the screen, a Japanese man said, "Mr. Beaumont? Are you there?" Lucien muted himself. Quickly. "Milo," he whispered, hands holding Milo's waist to keep him from falling off the chair. "Milo, my love, what are you doing?" "Being possessive," Milo whispered back, proud. "Sexy possessive. Like you were at the coffee shop. Do you like it?" Lucien looked at him — really looked at him. His white shirt falling off one shoulder, freckles, lip piercing, black nails digging into Lucien's suit.

Milo nodded his head with a smile, and Harrison returned to his cleaning. As I stepped out of the bar and into the cool, early-morning air, I wondered if Milo was going to spend more time with Harrison here at the bar. Would they have sex? Would Harrison fuck Milo to get over me? Would Milo be okay being used like that? What am I thinking, of course, Milo doesn’t mind. If it means sex, he’s game. He can be such a man whore sometimes, specializing in comforting distraught men during difficult times. Oh God, Harrison is his perfect prey currently.

Anna was a miracle child, and so is this book. She looked down on the paperback on her lap, its cover dazzling as ever. The Anthem of Lycanthropy. She couldn’t believe she was the author of this, that this was her life, and that her life story went viral — with everyone thinking it’s a realistic fiction. But of course, nobody knew that she was the writer behind the works except her and Ellie. Everyone just knew the writer as L.M.H. and that was it. Leal Miragia Horryn.

I was ready to meet my new conquest, to make her realize the power of my hard cock, and to make her mine completely. As I stepped out of the car, I remembered an important detail Barbara had mentioned. She had sent me a pseudonym to use for this encounter: "Night King." It added an extra layer of mystery and intrigue to the meeting, a way to separate my true identity from the powerful, dominant figure I was about to become. The woman I was going to meet would use the pseudonym "Jenna."

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation— He turned the page.

I needed a friend in that building. Long after Anya was gone, I showered and sat on my bed reading a novel. I almost laughed at the irony of Milo telling me to wait on my bed naked and then not showing up for hours. It was already dark inside and he was nowhere to be found. At least I had a brain to remember what a load of bullshit he loved to spew. I got so lost in my book that I didn't hear someone enter my bedroom until my book was pulled from my hands. Milo stood beside my bed skimming over the words I was reading. I tried to reach for the book but he kept it out of reach.

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Milo says with a sigh. "Thank you," Theo says with a big smile on his face, he was happy about being a brat, Theo kept on driving until we got to Milo's house, they got out of the car first, and waited for me to join them, I left the car and joined them back in the house. "What books?" I ask Milo, he's the one who owns the house and knows the books we're talking about. "We have books that explain all about souls and mates, I'm sure if we search through them, we'll find one that explains our situation," Milo says and I nod, maybe that would help us understand things.

Anna certainly didn't see it, but Mila could clearly see a smile tugging at the corners of the man's lips as he carefully turned each page of the old book. "I have my own way of persuading him. You don't have to worry about me,” Anna said lightly and tilted her head, just at the same time the look in the man's eyes changed as he looked back at Anna. “Then, what are you going to do with this book?” Mila couldn't hear what the man's answer was because after that her surroundings changed again. Now, the sun was no longer shining and she was standing on the bridge connecting the east and north towers.

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”