Milo Manheim Zed Novels & Stories

I’M NOT YOUR PET, Zeda texted back, her fingers flying across the screen. A reply came instantly, a winky-face emoji attached. WE’LL SEE ABOUT THAT. Zeda gritted her teeth. WHO ARE YOU? PRINCE TORVIN, SAVE UP. AND IF I DON’T? YOU’LL END UP WISHING YOU DID. The threat made a shiver run down her spine. She saved his contact as "Manipulative Bastard." "Congrats, Zeda, you're the talk of the academy," Carrie said as Zeda walked into their room and flopped onto her bed.

“I know very well who you are, Zed. I will never forget my grandson’s best friend. You and Cooper.” “Bullshit! All of you always think of me as lowly! Scorn me with a title I will never get!” “Well, your behavior now is low,” muttered Aiden. “ARGH!” Zed roared, then, without looking back, Elora knew now Zed had transformed. Zed’s claws gripped Elora’s arm. His fingernails stuck so hard in Elora’s arm, made it hurt, and oozed blood. Elora cringed at the pain that radiated from her arm.

“I called Mr. Virgil to join us for lunch. And I would indeed introduce you to him. It was him who just called, informing me that he has arrived already.” I nodded but still kept silent. An attendant saved the moment since he diverted our attention into a location he suggested for us to take. Leading us to a less-crowded corner, a man suddenly stood up from the rows of tables, throwing us a wide smile. And right across from him was a familiar figure I never expected to see – Zed! “Mr. Mori, good to see you again!” the man reached out a hand for a handshake with Kim, then turned and smiled at me. “Glad to see you, too, Miss Williams!”

He laughed again—loud, unhinged, echoing off the concrete walls like a psycho who finally won the lottery. One of his guys shifted behind him. Skinny kid with a scar across his cheek. Voice low, urgent. “Boss. Milo’s not someone to play with. You don’t think he came alone, do you? You need to act fast. If you want to kill him, better do it now before we all die here.” Nate shoved the guy hard. Kid stumbled back into a stack of crates. “Shut the fuck up.” Nate cocked his head, his eyes never leaving me. “Milo knew he wouldn’t dare two-time me. He actually came alone. And to be honest…”

Here, there was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the heavy, watchful silence of the six wolves Ronan had sent with us. Zed, the one in charge, was a mountain of a man with a face that looked like it had been carved from granite and then left out in a few too many storms. He spoke in grunts and single-word commands to his five warriors. He deferred to Kaelia on matters concerning Dorothy and me, but his eyes were constantly assessing, scanning the tree line, the road, the sky. He was professional, cold, and he made my skin crawl.

"Booth twelve." I strode across tangled wires and trash-covered soda cans, heels clicking on the filthy floor, hating every second. There, in the corner booth, sat a man — thin, motionless with fear. Tattoos crawled up his neck and onto his arms. His black eyes looked up to mine, unreadable, cold as winter. A cigarette dangled from his mouth, and the flickering light caught on a silver ring in his brow. Zed. "You Zed?" My voice shook hard not at all.

Ludiciel murmured. "Oh, Your Majesty, I’ve been trying to reach you for days," The man on the screen continued frantically. "but these creatures keep coming and beating me. I barely got the chance to contact you now! I’m so relieved you’re alive!” Zedekiel frowned, holding the mirror closer. “Wait… who are you?” The man gasped, pushing his horrid, bloodied face even closer to the mirror’s surface. “It’s me, Your Majesty! It’s Cordin!”

"Uncle!" Zed called his uncle, Deguzman. He just finished to talk to Talia. He is currently in the backyard garden of his uncle's house and he saw the man walking out of the gate, heading to his car like going somewhere. Deguzman looked at him with his brows knotted big time.

Me: So? Del: Duh. Get over here. I miss your cute butt. Del: Don't tell Zed I said that. I don't want to get my throat ripped out by a possessive werewolf asshole. Zed snorted, and I sent her a "shh" emoji before we got up and headed over.

Zed is a professional bounty hunter, a hacker and a very intelligent private investigator who had helped me track Ivana to Kyl's villa and planned her successful escape. I picked up my purse from the bed where I had thrown it when I came in, I took out my phone and dialed Rafe's number, It rang until it stopped but he didn't pick up. He had told me earlier he had a night shift at the Midnight club, and I wondered if I should wait until he calls me back or go look for him in the club. I had already agreed to a meeting with Kyl tomorrow with Rafe and Zed present, so I had to set it up tonight.