Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

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POV Millie I'm sitting on the black leather couch in the living room with my phone in my hands browsing through A****n when the front door flies open revealing a very frantic X. He rushes past me in a hurry not even looking at me as he does so. I’m perked up on the couch wondering what just happened to him while he was gone for that half hour. “X?” I call out to him. “What?” He says from somewhere in the house. “What’s wrong?” I ask genuinely concerned. “Nothing. I have to shower and go to the club.” He says sounding occupied. “Do you want me to come with you?” I ask even though it’s the last thing I want to do. “NO!” He says sternly. What is his deal? What an ass. He co

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

I tried to reach for the book but he kept it out of reach. Soon, I gave up and huffed. "I thought I told you to wait for me naked on the bed." I scoffed and shook my head disbelievingly. "I would have caught a cold waiting for you naked on this bed. It's a good thing I was a bad girl." I wanted to anger Milo but he didn't seem fazed by my words. He was too busy reading my book to even react to my words. "That mouth is begging to be filled with my cock. Should I shove it inside you right now? Will you keep your mouth shut if I do?" He asked without taking his eyes off my book.

Please stay with me ❤️ About the repeated chapters from 69-77 had been edited with the right content. It was a technical issue. You can search my page on f b J. Romanzoo-Dark Romance Author, to contact easily. The following is the FREE chapter as a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart. ************ Luca My earlier question was answered right away when the front door swung open and Mila walked inside as if she were a queen, her arm linked with a young man’s, while his hand rested on her waist.

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.

My burner phone tucked deep inside my coat, buzzed just once when I reached the outskirts of the property. Unknown Number: ‘Back entrance. Come alone’. The location pinged on the screen; an inconspicuous coffee shop in town. Harmless on the outside, but the person waiting inside could crack open Damien Crest’s secrets with a keystroke. I ducked into the coffee shop, my heart pounding. A man in a navy hoodie sat in the back corner, laptop open, fingers flying over the keyboard. His name was ‘Milo’, a ghost in the system, one of the best data miners money could buy. I hadn’t seen him in five years.

Handsome in the way that running to your phone whenever you recieved a text from him, with tumbling Botocelli curls and a chiseled face that was all bold bones and clean curves, Milo reminded her of a Japanese painting done in ink—everything from the shade of his hair to his eyes which were so black they seemed to swallow up light marked him out as some kind of untouchable angel of darkness, an image that persisted only until he opened his mouth to speak and you realized he was one of the rare few who moved through the world without a care as they had nothing to hide. More than anything, it was this contrast of darkness and light that’d appealed to Camille. The fact that their first names we