Milo Rossi Book Novels & Stories

As her smile grew wider, Millicent tried in vain to pull away, but Jasmine had already held her face in place, resting the blade on her cheek “Which is why we can have fun while you’re here. Oh, don’t worry, Millie. After all, a scar or two isn’t going to stop people from thinking that sweet Ms. Bianchi is still better than me, is it?” With her heart heavy and her breath short, Millicent closed her eyes, just waiting for the pain that would come when that cold blade pierced her skin… However, what made her open her eyes was not pain or blood. But rather screams. Angry creams coming from outside and, just from the panic in Jasmine’s eyes, it was obvious they weren’t coming from any of Ugo Gre

I take a breath of air. "Why out of everyone in the world did Mason Morelli make me feel alive and emotional;?" I ask myself.

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”

Jonathan’s POV I wasn’t one to wax poetic about a woman, but she was stunning. She looked like a doll with her golden hair and big, blue eyes. No, not a doll, a siren. I had found my eyes being drawn to her mouth over and over again, wondering what she tasted like. I liked to get to know a woman better before I took her to bed, and I knew nothing about Mila. And yet my blood was singing for her. There was something almost vulnerable about her, something that aroused long-buried, protective instincts towards her. I was curious about Mila in a way I hadn’t been curious about a woman in years.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

He was so close I could smell his cologne mixed with something else - something masculine and dangerous that made my head spin. "Nikolai isn't just some man you can walk up to and demand justice from," Lorenzo continued, his voice dropping even lower. One of his hands came up to rest on the desk beside me, effectively caging me in. "He's one of the most powerful Russians in the country and before us, he owned Milan. He still has connections everywhere - police, judges, politicians. A dangerous man, Ellie," Lorenzo's jaw ticked, "Dangerous for you." He added with a firm tone.

Enzo barely glances at us as we walk into the bathrooms. I grab his hand and pull him aside. “Did Milo send you away? Why are you here?” He looks at me with one of his shit eating grins. I want to wipe it off, preferably with a punch. “I think you might have broken him. You know Milo’s dad is like one of those weird cruel bastards, right? Kinda like yours. Word on the street is, he killed his son because he wasn’t…man enough.” Milo wasn’t man enough, but Andrei had uses for that femininity Milo always carried around with him. I don’t say a word to Kasym though, especially not in front of Enzo.

Please stay with me ❤️ About the repeated chapters from 69-77 had been edited with the right content. It was a technical issue. You can search my page on f b J. Romanzoo-Dark Romance Author, to contact easily. The following is the FREE chapter as a sincere apology from the bottom of my heart. ************ Luca My earlier question was answered right away when the front door swung open and Mila walked inside as if she were a queen, her arm linked with a young man’s, while his hand rested on her waist.

I looked in at the window, noticing she had been looking in at some of Milo's works in the window with a sign of his birth and 'death' years under his name. "Where do you think Milo ran off to? I know exactly where.... He's curled up in my brother's lap." I told her calmly and softened my expression at the mention of my brother Lyle. "Milo... I think the only thing that could've happened to him was that he found what he was looking for in his life," she told me softly, looking back towards the window. "He would've kept writing and never disappeared like he did if he hadn't found what he was looking for. You could tell in his writing that he was wanting to find vampires and confirm their exis

Elara’s chest tightened. She didn’t press him. She just nodded gently. “Then we’ll start tonight.” She reached for the small storybook she’d brought in, one of Mira’s favorites. “This one’s about a dragon who didn’t know how to roar,” she said softly. “He thought he was broken. But turns out, he just needed someone to listen first.” Milo looked at the cover, then at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Does he roar in the end?”