Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

Her words were firm, and diffused the first edge of the rivalry without undermining either man. Jace smirked, unconvinced, and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine. But if anyone needs hands-on demonstration, I volunteer…obviously.” His eyes flicked toward Mila, mischief in the glance. Ryder’s hand moved slightly, positioning himself between Mila and Jace. “We are not volunteers for show,” he said. His gaze locked on Jace with a quiet intensity that made the other man falter slightly. Mila could feel the heat of his presence that had been constant since her first day. She allowed herself a small, private acknowledgment of gratitude.

Third Person's POV Adelaide seized the opening. Her whip lashed out like a lightning strike, coiling tight around Milo's neck before she yanked him backward with a bone-crushing tug! Milo lost his balance instantly, stumbling and crashing to his knees right in front of her. Standing under the dim, yellow glow of a streetlamp, Adelaide looked down at him, her lips curling into a mocking smirk. "So, you're Milo Fernandez, the Commander of the Western Royal Guard. You lost."

He waits until the scent immobilizes a few meters away. Millan brings his hands over his face as if to rub the fatigue off of his face while opening his eyes again. He takes the opportunity to turn towards the beta. There, next to a fountain- this place honestly- sits a raven haired man, silently reading a small book, a peaceful expression to his face. Millan looks away as soon as he’s spotted him. It wouldn’t be as much fun if the man knew he’s not as subtle as he thinks. Happy about his current advantage, Millan eases off and surveys the peaceful area he’s stumbled upon.

the man roared, standing up. His one action received a wild reaction from the audience. A visible panic spread through the crowd as the man stood up. But it was nothing to Mila. "You must be an alpha," Mila replied calmly. "An Alpha?" the man asked, laughing sarcastically. "I AM THE ALPHA, you bitch." "You are Raul Collins?" Mila asked curiously. The alpha looked thunderstruck. The man with the book spoke, "He is the greatest alpha ever present, you cannot insult him by calling him by his name."

But just as shitty of a man as Ian. * * * A/N: Please join my Fäceboõk Readers Group: Maramartha Bookies for character portraits, aesthetics, Q&A, and possible bonus contents. Thank you for reading.

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.