Novel & Cerita Milo Sinister 2

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.

Get me a saw. **Tito:** Here boss. **Kai:** Hold out his dick. (Kai stood up) Lucas pleaded weakly. His eyes were full of fear and he struggled with the little strength he had left. Tito’s boys held Lucas and Tito held the cap of his penis. Kai sawed it off gently. Smiling as Lucas screamed, blood and catarrh coming out of his nostrils. Blood gushed out of the spot his penis once stood. Tito’s boys let him go and he fell. He kept muttering inaudible statements. His lips moved and it looked like he was probably saying his last prayers.

“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.

"Enough." I roughly pushed open the toilet door and returned to the table. I grabbed the meat cleaver from the self-service area. My determination was firm. If justice was the price I had to pay for my second life, then I had the right to determine my steps completely. Wilky Milkya was dead. Right now, Arthemisya Zacceline has to live as I wanted. But before that, I will avenge Milky's death.

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.

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.”