Milo Rossi Book Novels & Stories

"Milo?" The screens filled with static, then a grainy image formed. A boy sat in a room made of old web pages. He had dark curls, a hoodie two sizes too large, and eyes that looked thirteen forever. Around his wrists were black paper bands. Behind him, the Tail's debt ledger breathed. Aaliyah made a sound she would have denied in court. Milo smiled weakly. "You got taller." She laughed and cried at the same time. "You stayed short."

“Because there was no Milo who was after you!” At my words, her mouth dropped to the floor. I went closer to her and circled her. “Alpha Rudy of the Neon pack is a friend and when I asked him about Milo in his pack, he said, there is none that goes by that name. So my other option was to find a ‘Milo’ for you.” I scoffed as I pointed at Milo, who was standing a few feet away. “He happens to be the only other Milo in this vicinity and he—” I glared at her with repugnance. “He lives in a small community, a few miles from the Neon pack. Guess what community is that?” When she froze, I couldn’t help sneering. “Yes, that’s the only red-light area for wolves.”

Wanda asks, confusion knotting her brows. Milo succinctly elucidates the nature, and identity of the Rogues and that of the Conscientious Pack, and Wanda is dumbfounded. “You see why you have to come with me to my territory?” Milos asks. “Yes, I do. Only you can keep me safe”. Milos smiles, and nods. He extends his hand to her, and she takes it. He then carries her over his shoulder and walks towards the Conscientious Pack’s territory. ***************************************************************************

‘No, teaching you how to code, how to do reverse engineering, but I kind of taught myself how to hack based on that. Alessia was amazed. ‘I can’t believe you are five.’ Milo glanced up at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. ‘Age and IQ are not necessarily related.’ It was true, she thought. Milo was far ahead of his peers in terms of intelligence. She pondered her next move as they reached the ice cream parlour. She ordered two cones of different flavours - chocolate for Milo and raspberry ripple for herself. They sat down at a small table by the window, watching the passersby as they enjoyed their ice cream.

Milo still poked him with his finger earning a glare from him. “Oh fuck, just tell me what happened to master? He..he isn’t himself” said Milo staring at Ralph. Dylan sighed finally turning towards Milo. Milo was right, master seemed different after yesterday’s meeting. He never talked to anyone not even his clan people or Mr. Khan for longer than five minutes but with Lucas Roselli he spent an hour. The surprising part is master’s mischief with Lucas. He tried to anger the Roselli and always shot him with venomous comments frying his brains. They looked like brothers, more like friends bickering with each other rather than sworn enemies.

“I bought you books.” “Thanks,” Vito inhaled sharply at her one-word reply. “Has Mateo contacted you recently?” “No,” Milan answered. It was the simplest truth she’d told him in weeks. Vito nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing only slightly. He stepped closer, invading her personal space with a gentleness that felt like a threat. He reached out, his thumb caressing her lips. His gaze darted from them to her face. “Soon, Milo,” he whispered, his eyes returning to her lips once more. “Very soon, you’ll be able to spread your wings and fly. You won’t be looking back.”

he began, his voice rough yet steady, “tell me the truth. How did you get involved with Milo Romano?” My stomach twisted at the mention of that name. “I… it was a mistake,” I stammered, trying to gather my thoughts. “I thought I was helping Sam. Milo promised an opportunity, but it was all a lie.” William’s lips pressed into a thin line, his silence more intimidating than his words. “A lie,” he echoed softly, leaning back against his pillows. “Milo Romano isn’t just some grifter. He’s a predator. And predators don’t just lie—they manipulate. He couldn’t have done this alone.”

Noah bowed his head, "I'm sorry for my brother, sir; he is a bad egg, the reason he was disowned by our mother and made to work on the field, but he still hasn't learned his lesson." "That's a lie," Milo straightened his jacket, "My mother loves me," I felt like I was watching a circus show I wasn't even supposed to be in, and a wild animal suddenly broke loose, and getting it back into its cage was proving futile. "Milo, just go," My husband grunted. "Fine," Milo raised his palms as if in defense, "Since I'm not needed here, I'll leave," but then he turned to me, "Mrs. Rossi, your brand of lingeries makes it easier to transgress; you doing a good job."

Even from here, I notice one hand resting close to the gun hidden beneath his jacket. "Nelly," I whisper urgently, lowering my voice. "Listen carefully. Mag isn't who you think she is. She's evil. She's manipulative, cruel... and dangerous. You need to pack your things and leave Ricks Estate before—" "I already know, Rossy." Nelly cuts in before I can finish. I stare at her. "You... do?" She nods sadly.

He rather proceeded on helping Essi on taking off the saddle from Felicia. Essi noticed how Milo is serious in his work or maybe it is because of the heat of the sun that causes him to scowl. She remained familiar to him because when Essi wanted to give a lunch meal for Oneil, Oneil already had one from a good share prepared by Milo for him. “Aren’t you friends with Oneil?” Essi asked as she brushed Aggresso’s back. It is a question of already knowing the answer. But she just made it to secure a good start of a conversation with him. “Yes ma’am. We were close,” Milo replied while looking at her. Milo is a polite person who would not leave off the one who approached him in a void conversation