Milo Rossi Book Novels & Stories

Milo declared, “And macaroni makes me strong. But not the boring kind they serve here. That just makes me sleepy.” I chuckled again and ruffled his hair playfully, “I’ll see what I can do about that macaroni problem.” “Really?” Milo’s eyes lit up, “You can tell the cook to make it like my mom’s? She puts extra cheese and a little hot sauce.” “I’ll tell the school,” I said, my heart warming when his smile widened. “But tell me, Milo, what else makes soldiers brave?” Milo thought for a moment before leaning in closer to my face as if he wanted to tell me a secret. “Dessert,” he whispered. “Chocolate cake. That’s the best.”

Please take the warning seriously, this story is not about your everyday romance. This will at times turn DARK with explicit contents that you may not be comfortable with. And if you don't like sensitive subjects this may not be good book to read for you. It's for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such Hero. Antonio Rossi is definitely not a safe hero and is hard to love. But you know, how we love to hate them!!!! No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,

Nobody was smiling anymore and I knew that Ryder would also get the third degree from Nova. I found Milo down by the dock. His shoulders were squared and his fists were clenched by his sides. It was a stance that I knew. He was pissed off and gearing up for a fight. “Milo.” His arm swung around with him and his fist connected with my jaw as he growled low in his throat. His eyes had turned black and his fangs had elongated. He was beyond pissed off. “You’re a bastard!” “Breathe through the rage Milo otherwise we can trade hits.” I was pissed off too. Life wasn’t fair but me not telling him about Romania was because it wasn’t my place to tell it. I knew that Abby didn’t know anything, so I wa

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

Sadly. But oh if only this gabriella rosa knew how her life was about to completely change... - - - - - - - - 1 Year Later Who would have ever thought that Luciano Martini could have stolen my heart? It was a regular Monday and I was running late to art class once again when I past by him. Um how about we completely scratch that out because what he actually did was more like end up bumping right into me which then caused me to drop my books on the floor I mean how pleasant right? A smirk then spread across his lips as I bent down to pick my things up from the floor. Only God knows what ever type of weird things were going through his mind in this moment. Thanks for the help? He's your averag

She had red irises and started tapping her left claws index against the wood of the counter. Elijah stared at Mili, even though when he and Peter initially came into the library he was told not to. The demons of Hell were often annoyed by the confused stares of the reborn they worked with. Mili looked over at Elijah with a bored look and reached under the counter, pulling out a thick brown book that had the words "Everything A Human Needs To Know" written in gold text. "Here you go. Try not to lose this one." Mili said, directing her comment to Lucifer, "Also-" she continued, "one of the things in here is about not staring, and how that could get you killed." She said to Elijah smiling and r

Milo's Point of View: I rolled my wrist, popping it as I finished up the last sentence in my latest book, Find Me At Midnight. I smiled and saved it on my computer before I sent it to my editor, just making the deadline then sighed, getting to my feet. Just in time for my nightly walk too! Maybe I'll run into a vampire. I held back a shiver of excitement, wondering if tonight would finally be the night as I picked up my travel mug of coffee and practically ran towards the door, snatching my jacket up off the table by the door then slipped it on as I disappeared outside to head for the park, sipping on my coffee. It's been so long since I've become obsessed with the supernatural, but I still

I needed a friend in that building. Long after Anya was gone, I showered and sat on my bed reading a novel. I almost laughed at the irony of Milo telling me to wait on my bed naked and then not showing up for hours. It was already dark inside and he was nowhere to be found. At least I had a brain to remember what a load of bullshit he loved to spew. I got so lost in my book that I didn't hear someone enter my bedroom until my book was pulled from my hands. Milo stood beside my bed skimming over the words I was reading. I tried to reach for the book but he kept it out of reach.

There are times when I wish my legs would give out and I could be free from this. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I heard approaching footsteps, and, to my surprise, Milo and a girl appeared in front of me. Milo's face shows disgust when he looks at me. Standing at approximately 6'2, Milo is an 18-year-old with fair skin, short blond hair, and light blue eyes. He possesses a muscular physique and holds the titles of Alpha and Luna's son, destined to become the future Alpha. Milo was my second mate til he rejected me. His reputation will suffer if anyone finds out we are mates, which is why he threatened me. I'm not sure what "man card" status means, though. His rejection turned out to b

Perhaps, he did not understand that he was asking that question to a gangster, who has his hand over everything possible. Kai, passes a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to slap Huck across the face. "In case you don't know, my name is Milo Kai Anton, known as Lord Viggo. I have access to almost everything I set my eyes on and your community was fortunate to be amongst the things I like. Further, your home or whatever it is picks my attention and does contain what belongs to me". He said the last part with his face void of emotion. The confidence in his tone could tell that he was set to get what he wanted and no one was going to stop him.