Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Hayden told me something… unsettling about you." Delilah’s brow furrowed, her mind slipping back to that night—Mrs. Hayden, her eyes alight with barely masked horror, thumbing through her black book, as if she’d discovered a dark portal into Delilah’s mind. "Go on," she murmured, holding his gaze. Marco shifted, watching her carefully. "Mrs. Hayden mentioned that she’d read one of your books," he began, his voice filled with a strange, silent accusation. "She said there were… violent scenes in it. Crushed bones, repeated stabbing—things that don’t exactly fit with your…" He gestured to her neatly buttoned coat. "Your usual image."

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Have kids, they said. It would be nice to have someone to take care of you when you're older, they said. What they never say is you are more likely to die of aneurysm until then. "Milo, no.." I draw a deep breath upon hearing these words. I am taken aback by the audacity. Of all the things he could have said, he chose THAT, to expose me completely, and in front of Thomas nontheless! I admit i really enjoy fantasy novels of any kind, but i have more of a werewolf kink. And, right now, these crazy humans i birthed are exposing that kink to an actual werewolf!

I have been around Brits for a long time, but I could never get sick and tired of listening to them talk. “Milo Montgomery,” he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake. “Some annoying twats call me M&M. Don’t be an annoying twat.” I legit swooned at his smile. His hand was smooth and firm and I didn’t want to let go of it but I had to because I didn’t want him to think of me as a creep. “Hey Milo. It’s nice to meet you.” I was blushing like the girl that I was and I chastised myself against it. Just because he was fine as hell didn’t mean I was going to stay. No way!

“I care about him.” Milo suddenly screams—a short, sharp cry that rips through the chamber. His small body arches as a shock of silver light surges outward, hitting the walls like lightning. I crawl forward despite Lucien’s warning and take Milo’s hand. His fingers latch onto mine instantly, gripping hard enough to bruise. “Elora—” His voice cracks. “I don’t want to do this.” “Do what?” I beg. His lip trembles.“The Rite wants to speak through me.”

“If this were the battlefield, trash like you who only think about food would’ve been torn apart and used as rations.” The innocent beastman student felt silent. I shrank into the very last row, holding a book up to cover my face. I was guilty. He was waiting for a reply from an online girlfriend whose ID was “Gray Wolfie’s Little Bunny,” and unfortunately for him, that was me. Even more unfortunately, I had blocked him an hour ago, but it had all started three months ago. My name was Mila, and I was the last descendant of a human hunter family. In this so-called era of species living in harmony, that title was about as useful as a museum relic. Its only real function was ensuring that every

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