Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

The man said. He held up his hand to attract the bartender who nodded and brought two beers down. "Mia, right?" I nodded. "Good, then I found the lost girl. So, if Master Jordan is not yours, who do you belong to?" he asked sitting next to me. "I belong to Master Reed," I explained softly. The man's mouth dropped for a moment before the man's head flew back as he barked out more laughter.

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."

NORA'S POV Genevieve opened the door and standing on the other side was a man I had hoped never to see again: Milo Romano. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes gleaming with a predatory amusement. “Ladies,” Milo drawled, stepping into the room as if he owned it. He flashed a charming smile that did nothing to hide the menace underneath. “Milo Romano here, I hope I’m not interrupting. Nora and I have some unfinished business.”

“I still can't believe that you can change in an instant. Tell me what happened, Mila. Have your father and your brother forced you?” "No one forced me," Mila said coldly. She shifted her gaze in another direction. There were quite a number of people walking around the cafeteria. Mila can see every student and recognize them by their physical characteristics. But there was one man who had just been standing outside the cafeteria. The man was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest and he didn't look like the other students. The man was wearing a denim jacket and his plaid shirt fell slightly in the back. Instantly Mila gulped nervously. The man just looked at her and rubbe

MIA I finally got Kieth to have a bath. It took time, but I did it. As I was reading a book in the lounge, I felt tingles at the back of my neck. I frowned. I turned around and saw Noah crouching behind me. His eyes were on my book and his brows were furrowed, "This is what you read?" I asked. I looked down at see my favorite book ever, it's called Carter Reed, "What? It's a romance book about the mafia!"

She sits in the chair placed opposite the man, her face showing joy and joy. “Why do you only read these stories?” Mia looks at the man and replies: “So far I have only heard stories, and only once read comic books” “You look so childish and lovely” - Malcolm smiles, continuing to read. Mia sits to one side, reading fairy tales, oblivious to Malcolm's affectionate gazes on her. After she finishes reading them all, while Malcolm is still reading and writing, Mia creeps back to puts away the books and continues to tidy up. She does everything in silence for fear that she will disturb Malcolm. When she finishes cleaning the whole room, Malcolm is still sitting there and continuing to read books

" he stated. The door opened and Mila walked in, holding a tray as the aroma wafted through the room. She was smiling as she walked in. She froze in place as she stared at the redhead present in the room. "Amanda?" she called out. "Mila," Amanda smirked. * Mila's POV There was no way for me to find out who the other person might be as the book didn't say so. Guess I'll have to do the rest myself. I took the other books out from the library to the room. I will study it later.

"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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“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.”