Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

Lucius asks Rowan who shrugs his shoulders. Milo : If I'm a Dirty Old Man as you say then let me guess, you’re a high school student. You have such a sweet voice when I talked to you. I bet you’re the innocent, pure, young and Miss Goodie Good type. Or maybe you're a college kid who hasn't had sex for the couple of days that's why you're this uptight. Which one are you, baby? Lindy's eyes widened, almost jumping out from her sockets. "This man is sick."

The rules were many, but none were better than the others. Just then, the reading was interrupted when someone came and whispered something into the ears of the Devlin. I couldn’t hear what he said, but whatever he said ruined Devlin’s mood. He suddenly turned to me, and my heart beat fast. Then I knew that whatever it was had to do with me. “What is your name!?” he thundered. "Mi…mi…—I stammered—Mila Anderson,” I said immediately. “Were you the one who gathered your pack members into the house?” he asked.

Luna-Lady Millie's Pov 6 months ago -------------------- Starlyn Main Manor -Ruled By: Lord-Alpha Luis and Lady-Luna Millicent Starlyn Redmon, Illinois,USA December 12, 2524 AD ------------------- Warning: Mature themes such as language, sex, violence, abuse etc is in this book. Reader discretion is advised. ------------------ I could barely breathe, holding my stomach in pain as I felt his betrayal all over again, as if it was that fated night.

How could one man pack what felt so big? He buried his face in my hair and sniffed. “Emilio—” “Milo. Call me Milo, little bird.” “I’m not a bird…Milo.” “I love how my name rolls off your tongue.” Despite how sexy his voice was, my attention was still split between him and the couple, who were no longer trying to be quiet. The man was slapping the girl’s ass so hard that it was red and raw as he told her dirty words. “So you like it rough, huh? You want to be tied up and fucked like there’s no tomorrow. Tell me, birdie. Can you boyfriend do that or does he think you’re a freak?”

The voice was calm. Almost gentle. “You keep choosing against the story.” Sophia answered: “Because it’s our life.” The voice laughed softly. “No.” “It’s my story.” The Reader Appears A man appeared in the doorway. Ordinary. Young. Wearing a white shirt. Holding a book. He looked at Sophia. “You have been remarkably difficult.” Sophia stared. “You’re the Reader.” He smiled. “Yes.” Lucien stepped forward. “Then you’re the one threatening my family.” The Reader looked at him.

The subtle shuffling of papers and the nonchalant posture she assumes create the illusion of a casual reader engrossed in a novel. The door creaks open almost immediately and Marisol is not surprised to see Caleb walk in. His eyes ever so suspicious as he takes in the sight Marisol sits admists. "What are you doing, Marisol? Why the sudden interest in the pack's layout?" “Morning to you too, Caleb, Alpha of Redwood.” She answers, looking up from her book. Caleb sighs tiredly, running a hand through his hair. “What are you up to this time around, Marisol? You accosted my mate in the kitchen with weird questions too. What is all this about?”

whispered the man. The man had just seen the photos sent to his cell phone by someone for him. It was very newest photos, just a few minutes ago, a photo that he could no longer deny to be true. Photo of a man was kissing a young girl in a car. A man who he knew as Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the famous main heir of the Chagall Corporation. He did not care who the billionaire conglomerate kissed a woman to, he did not care. What he strongly denies and he could not believe was the identity of the girl. The girl whom he kissed.

I like reading from male point of view so that I could understand what men usually think before speaking or doing anything. Just like Ivan, he likes to read male point of view books not because he is interested in their thoughts, he says he likes to read it because he would get to know their feelings which is rare as a man could show. He is true, no man exposes his feelings to anyone and if they did it would be someone special. I never thought he would be among the guys who speaks their feelings out, atleast not to me.

I doubt they had let me keep my phone so it may be harder for him. “Shut your mouth. I don’t care who you’re related to. I won’t be disrespected by a child.” The man punched me again. “I am Alpha Lucian Đurić of Demonclaw. I am the most feared Alpha in Canada. And once we have Weaver, our pack will be the most feared in the world.” Look at that. Villains are going to monologue even in real life. He’s giving me everything. I now know who he is. I know that Mila isn’t Mila Bălan like the records indicate. She’s actually Tomila Đurić, an Alpha heir.

War. I knew now too, that Dillon had lied to me. He knew about routes, about buyers, about how far this shit had spread. And if he and Stye thought he was going to sell their own blood to the highest bidder? They’d miscalculated, because Marlowe wasn’t just Stye’s daughter or Dillon’s sister…she was mine.