Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

Milo stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click like he didn’t want to startle anyone. Up close, he looked a little younger than Ryder expected. Fair hair falling loose over his forehead, a plain hoodie and jeans like he’d come straight from somewhere... normal. “Hey,” Milo said, offering a small, easy smile. “Uh—Milo. Milo Laskey.” He rubbed the back of his neck for a second, then dropped his hand and squared his shoulders like he remembered where he was. “Nice to meet you both.”

Everything happened very fast and then it was over, and when the noise settled and the corridor light flickered on from somewhere above us, Milo was standing in the far corner of the room with his stuffed wolf pressed against his chest, gray eyes enormous, still wearing his dinosaur pajamas. He looked at me. Then he looked at Kade, who was breathing hard beside me, jaw tight, something cracked open in his expression that he was not even trying to hide. Milo looked between us slowly. The particular calculation of a child who is frightened but also paying very close attention. Then he walked straight to Kade. Not to me. To Kade. He stopped in front of him and looked up with those storm-gray ey

“Are you jealous of my book? Well, you shouldn’t be. They are my best friends, wolf.” “As if you can talk to your book?” “My books didn’t just talk to me, they travel me to different places, inside the mind of different characters.” “You’re a truly certified bookworm. But can we talk about another thing aside from your book? How’s your conversation going with Mila?” “Don’t be too loud. We don’t want to get busted by these people. We’re starting a plan.” “What plan?” “Mila and I… We both decided to find out who killed my parents and for her to take her revenge on the Alpha. I don’t know what she’s planning to do but this is what I want.”

When he finally pulled back, with his icy blue orbs dark with an almost irresistible impulse, Mili sucked some air, her lips slightly parted with raw shyness, her hand still clutching on his shirt and the redness on her face spreading even more. She looked at him with wide eyes, drowned in disbelief at what just happened to her, her body was still accommodating to the heat of his proximity when he collected that God damn book from her side on the desk. And placing it on her lap, he muttered in his commanding tone, "Read those lines on page two. Out loud." ••• Daniel - Have you ever touched yourself, baby? 😈🤤 Mili - I touch myself every day ☺️👍🏻

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"This is Nova. Play nice. I like her." The one with tousled sandy hair and a nose that had clearly been broken at least twice gave a crooked grin. "She's got that haunted-librarian-who-secretly-kills vibe. I like it." "Ignore Milo," Elle said. "He's been dropped on his head. Recently." "Once," Milo said with a shrug. "Just... really hard." The boy beside him with sharp cheekbones and easy confidence straightened. "I'm Ash. This is Rael," he nodded toward the quiet, stone-faced one with pale eyes, "and Milo, who loses most of our spars but wins at never shutting up."

—No meanness, but it wouldn't be nice for my brother or my dad to come home and find you in a kind of…embarrassing state. —Are you telling me I'm going to get a hard ―on reading your book? He leaned closer to my mouth. I felt mint breath blowing my nose. —I hope so,— I confessed, my voice breathless and writhing in the water. —Manu, this is evil. Now how am I going to hold out until the end of the day?

Later that afternoon, the indirect interaction Jax had been craving finally manifested. Milo was walking toward the bus stop, his arms full of heavy reference books. The wind was picking up, whipping his fluffy brown hair across his eyes. He looked particularly porcelain today in a soft lavender sweater that he had tucked into high-waisted corduroys—a rare moment of self-expression that emphasized the wide, soft curve of his hips and the bouncy shape of his rear. Jax, trailing twenty paces behind while pretending to check his phone, felt a low, dangerous thrum in his chest. He wasn't the only one watching.

{if you have removed and added the book to your library again, make sure to read from chapter 171} ____ “Miss Ailee, did you know we didn't meet those people there?” Mila threw a question. Ailee elevated her left shoulder, raising her eyebrows. “How am I supposed to know when I didn't go there with you? Hun?” She answered in a rude tone with a raised voice.