Milo Manheim X Reader Novels & Stories

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

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

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"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."

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!"