Milo Sinister 2 Novels & Stories

Baam! Following a deafening sound, Milo was not given time to react and was instantly sent flying. He slammed hard against the coffee table behind him and rolled off to the ground. As soon as he landed, a sharp pain pierced through his chest and he spat blood. His face was pale and he suffered from severe internal injury. Thankfully, Leon was not powerful enough to cause any permanent damage. Otherwise, he would have suffered far more than internal injury. "Milo was defeated? How is this possible?" Both Diego and Enzo rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

As long as Vincent clung to life with one kidney, he’d join her, charged as an accomplice to kidnapping and murder. This time, I’d be sure to wish them a long, happy life together—behind bars. Realizing her situation at last, Denise dropped her gaze and stopped meeting my eyes. Her face was pale, drained of any fight, as she followed the police out. … With my revenge complete, there was no rush of satisfaction, no real sense of triumph. It all felt strangely hollow.

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

My skin tingled. I hated that his scent could still do that to me. I swallowed and looked around. I was in Brian’s home. Somehow, that realization made my heart beat faster. “Mr. Milson?” I called, my voice sounding smaller than I wanted it to in the vast, echoing space. “Study,” his voice called back, muffled, from somewhere down a long hallway. “Second door.” I found it easily enough, following the sound of his voice past what looked like a formal dining room, a sitting area with furniture that looked untouched, the whole place feeling less like a home and more like a very expensive hotel suite someone happened to live in full time.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

I lied about having a meeting but the truth is, I needed to check out something. I put on something casual. I put on my wristwatch and made my way out. Aunt wasn't in the living room when I got out. I guess she is upstairs. I pick up my key and left immediately. I took my blue Ferrari. I haven't used that car in a while now. I drove out of the compound. I put on music to make the whole drive fun. I still can't muster the courage to approach Allyson. I drove to a club. I was glad my Aunt didn't notice the scar on my body. I was glad to have covered the scars so well .my body still felt a little sour from the fight but I can deal with it. This isn't the first time I felt this much pain.

ing one more time. Even when her body was lying limply on the bed, Jana still jolted sporadically as her orgasm refused to fade away. The creatures looked at her with disappointment. She was not ready to answer any questions yet. Her brain may be ruined for good. They started arguing... "What now? She is helpless." "Let's give her more time. I want to fuck her again." "What if she can't take it and dies?" "I don't care. I am going to fuck her again!" Hearing the invaders' conversation, Miri decided that it was enough. She couldn't just hide like a coward and let them kill her mother. She had to do something... anything. "Please stop! Leave my mother alone!" Miri screamed while jumping out of

They wouldn’t suspect me of anything even if they saw me with the dead body. That was exactly how I’d gotten away with everything I’ve done up until this point. “Sooooo,” Enzo cleared his throat, “Who is in the back?” “Mila.” Enzo choked and sputtered on air, “Misa Mila?! The daughter of Erik Redrock?!” “That’s the one.” “How’d she die?” “I ripped her throat out.”

“Now.” Milo’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Or what?” he taunted. “What are you two going to do? Fight me?” His amusement twisted into something more sinister. He advanced on us, and Genevieve braced herself, standing her ground.