Milo Sinister 2 Novels & Stories

The dead deserved rest, even if most died from their own uncontrolled desires. By the time Felix returned to Monaire, dawn was breaking. In a hotel room, he found Melinda and Milo, who was still immobilized. Even though Justin was killed, Milo still couldn't move. That just showed how extraordinary that A-tier Malevolent Phantom was. "Sir, you'll save Milo, right?" Melinda's eyes were red. They were clearly close to each other. "I'll try. Just wait outside." Though Melinda's credentials seemed fine, Felix couldn't fully trust her since they had just met each other. After she left, he made eye contact with Milo and immediately initiated Soul Manifestation.

“That is the worst thing you could have done! If you want me to still do your bidding, you need to stop stalking me and trying to kill Alexander!” It happened in a flash. One moment, he was in his seat, and the next, he was standing right in front of me. He was so fast that I didn’t even register when he left his seat to hit me hard across my face. My head snapped back, and I fell a couple of steps back, muzzled with my head swimming with stars. I saw so many stars that I was beginning to drown in them. Then he grabbed my neck and forced my eyes open. I stared into his face—his pale, malevolent face. Lucas was sneering at me.

I asked, surprised. “I couldn't bring myself to do that, but with how much she slept around, it was very easy to find a few sex tapes of hers. He should be going home to confront her now.” Milo said. “I have to be there to finish up this next phase, but I'll come report to you as soon as I can.” *** Milo returned hours later, a smile on his face and a small bruise on his right cheek. I rushed to him, panic written plainly across my face as I stared at the bruise with a mixture of worry and guilt.

He slammed his hand on the table, the sound echoing loudly. Tension settled over the room like a heavy blanket. All eyes turned toward Noah. Kelvin wore a small, victorious smile as he chewed slowly, clearly enjoying the moment. Noah looked up slowly, voice flat. “Glad you finally figured out we’re not the same.” He paused, meeting his father’s gaze. “Took you long enough.” “You little rat,” Grayson snarled, face reddening with anger. “What the fuck do you think you are? You think you can survive out there without me?”

I rub the scruff on my chin and squint my eye, a little suspect of the connection between all these women. A comfortable silence blankets the room until Milo stands up. He has a mischievous glint in his eye, “I got it.”

I sent the recording to Emily. I did not bother with what happened next. The last product was a smash hit, constantly selling out. This time, the big shots decided to upgrade it for a different crowd, aiming to serve them even better. I thought I would deal with it once I was done with my work bubble. It was only after I emerged that Olivia filled me in. The Wallace family was in deep trouble. For some reason, Emily had lost it. She mutilated Charles in his sleep and flushed his beyond-saving private parts down the toilet.

It’s almost time, and Imperio Pecaminoso isn’t even present here. Lord Lucifer sat down on a throne wearing a huge black hat, a long gold stick was on his right hand with a black patch on one of his eyes, awaiting his psychotic son's academy; he knows his son will surely burst his bubbles with his move, and Alan won’t accept defeat... ****** Hey!!! Tonight will be a fun night... A blood bath... We will be having two strippers tonight grazing the stage... One will be giving us a dance from Hall of Hell academy, and the other from Imperio Pecaminoso Academy.

And now he had me. I was twenty-three. A bartender. A nobody. Until I saw something I shouldn’t have the wrong man’s face during the wrong deal. Now I was payment. Collateral. A toy for the enforcer to break in his soundproof basement. “Walk,” Silas said. His voice was low, calm, almost gentle. That made it worse.

Speak- said Sir Robert Jones- we are the most interested in clarifying the infamous murder of Willemina, we want to get to the bottom of all this and that that monster pays all his life in prison- Sir Robert Jones finished speaking, as he arrived one of the maids upon hearing the bell that had been called by a bell. Miss, gentlemen- said the young woman, bowing to the people who were sitting in the room- Bring a whiskey for the gentlemen, and for me a glass of wine, maybe bring a few sandwiches for Sir Macmillan- Elizabeth spoke with education- the maid nodded to her young mistress and left.

When the door closes, I hold my breath when it is only the two of us now inside the elevator. I saw his reflection in front of me. He looks so serious looking at the front. I want to hold at something because my knees are making me weak. His eyes are making me weaker. The sight of him makes me weak. I have never heard him this quiet before and I never saw him this mad before. “Sorry…” I whispered. I squeezed my eyes to shut them up and to avoid his gaze. I am not afraid of what he will do to me. I am feeling something immoral because my conscience and guilt are killing me.