Milo Manheim Zed Novels & Stories

This was the special trick that was called, ‘The Death Grip’ that ran only in his family. Before he threw the person in front, he heard a whisper in his ear. “You can’t always keep danger away.” The sound of the man being thrown was heard in the quiet street. Zohan looked at the man getting up. His cousin, the same creep from the party that day Milo. He grunted while struggling to get up. Zohan looked at him with disdain. He had no intention of helping his cousin up. “Must you do this?” Milo’s posture shook as his knees were kicked by Zohan right after he stood up.

“Shut up! Do you think you’re also my type? Dream on!” My lips curl to a pout, but suddenly, Zed pulls me into a hug. “Thank you so much, Ar. I might not be able to do this anymore.” “Don’t speak like you are dying,” I push him away. “I won’t attend your funeral. Let’s go!” Zed laughs as he resumes sprinting, making me run as fast as possible. “Zed, Monster is ready. We have equipped it already,” says a sturdy man who walks toward us. It seems like he anticipates that we are coming. But who is Monster?

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He's probably wondering why Hardin's eyes are blood red right now, and why we're so quiet. "We have been introduced, I'm Zed, Katalayha ... right?" The large brown eyed man speaks directly to me. Gulping, I stare at his outstretched hand. Not wanting to make a fool of myself I quickly shake his hand, I notice his palm is just as rough as my mate's. I'm not against rough palms, in my opinion that's hard working hands. "Yes." I practically squeak out, my cheeks flushing slightly. I hear Hardin grunt in disapproval, I curiously glance his way to see him glaring at Zeds hand, that still holds my smaller one. As if on cue, Zed releases me.

Emilia is definitely up to something, He knows her too well. ***** Later in the evening, Milan goes fencing with his friend, Zane. “Hey! You are being distracted!” Zane calls out to him, still fencing. “It’s a good thing you are, though! I will be able to beat your behind!” He cackles. Milan chuckles. “You can’t even beat me at fencing even with both of my hands tied behind my back.” He says. Zane nods in agreement. “Care to tell me what is going on with you?” He asks.

Fabric rustled, and then the door cracked open. "Alpha?" Milo cinched a robe tighter, dipping his head. "What do you need?" The formal bow grated. "Since when do you bow like that? Stand up." Milo straightened, eyes widening. "Your eyes, man—they're glowing." Zion caught his reflection in the hallway mirror and cursed under his breath. The wolf stared back, amber and feral. He paced Milo's room until the beast retreated enough for his own eyes to return. "Better?" he asked.

“So now Intersection, Amalgamation and the Anti-Citadel Alliance have come together to stop Pazuzu. All that remains is to get the Ancients and the Citadel in on it. We must be united before he returns.” “And that is why you want to go to the Citadel?” Hildegarde asked. “Yeah. Right now I am the best person to speak to them.” Mane replied as he walked past a handsome man with a cat on his shoulder. Mane trembled slightly when his shoulders grazed the man’s arm, for the man was much taller than he was. However, the strange thing was that the man also trembled slightly when he came into contact with the young Supreme. Both stopped walking and turned their heads to face each other.

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

"Let her go!" Just as her uncle set his eyes on the man, he instantly released his hand in fear and trepidation and Jennifer slumbed on the floor. He knew who the man was and what he is capable of. The man standing before him is the most ruthless and feared Billionaire. His name is Mike Zacklid. He is strong, very tough to deal with and always with arm. The only billionaire who live and journey with no single armed guards. He dosen't need security. He wears bullet proof suits which costs millions of dollars. He is skilled and fast enough to dodge a fired bullet. He is mysterious and powerful. Nobody dares stands on his way. Fighting him is just like digging your own grave.

"He is ridiculously hot. If you decide you don't like him, hook me up." "We'll see. He's really fun to talk to but it's not like we have a whole lot in common." "You don't need to have anything in common to get naked with the man," Geni says without looking up from what she's doing. "Uh, it's a little premature for that, don't ya think?" I quirk an eyebrow in her direction. "Premature to bang Daniel Zavaro? Uh, no. That will never be premature."I shake my head and continue doing Sue's hair. I haven't been to a soccer game since high school. I may have to change that in the near future.