Milo Thatch Novels & Stories

That woman loves putting herself in dangerous situations, doesn't she? “Who does this driver think he is?” “He's Milo Gonzales. He used to be with one of the top Formula 1 teams in the country, but he left after his contract expired. He has a clean record and very impressive stats, and there were a lot of offers for him, but he chose our team eventually.” Milo…. That name stopped me in my tracks and a feeling of dread crept up my spine. “I need to see a picture.” I barked. After a few taps on his screen, Tucker handed his tablet back to me.

"I wouldn’t call it a setback, because we have not established a baseline for progress, but it helps us understand the severity of his condition.” Bronx takes his eyepatch off, exposing the long scar underneath. He sets it down and rubs his hands over his face. Something he only does when he’s beyond frustrated. He puts the eyepatch on before he continues. “Milo prefers to avoid conflict. Did he do what he had to do as part of our special ops unit? Yeah, but he’s not a natural sniper or weapons expert like Marco, Tyree, or Arnie. He goes through the motions with hand to hand combat and lets Reggie, James, and Archie be the experts. If you need to find a needle in a field of haystacks, Milo’s

This was the very Milo who ranked first among the ten toughest people! He was the leader of Firebrand Base, a man who was said to have reduced his own base down to nothing but the last few survivors. When he heard Liam's voice, the man in the mask reached up and pulled off the black face cover. A tan, sun-darkened face appeared. Milo's face was lean, with a hint of foreign blood. His features were sharp and rugged, his brows heavy, his nose high and straight, and his eyes a clear amber color. Everything about him looked hard and unbreakable.

After letters or texts he'll put LR. Milo Tomas Young: Light brown hair that is styled in a short messy way, blueish-greenish eyes. He's slightly shorter than Lyle, only coming up to his shoulder. He is an ex-human and used to be the New York Best Seller for four years in a row, his books always having supernaturals in them. He is obsessed with the supernatural, vampires being his favorite. Ever since he was younger, his dream was to meet an actual vampire and try to be turned. Not being a full vampire yet, he doesn't really have a special ability, but he seems to be able to get Lyle to carry him everywhere. He loves his hair being played with, and he used to identify himself as straight, bu

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

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Underneath, printed in thick black font: Subject of Interest – ZAKHAR VERONIN. I stare at the name like it’s a joke. It isn’t. “That’s not me.” “Isn’t it?” Milo asks. “Because I gotta say… if someone’s using that many resources to track down a nobody from the group home circuit, maybe you’re not a nobody.” He leaves after that. No goodbyes. Just a shrug and a warning: Keep your head down. Like that’s ever worked for me. I sit alone at my table for a long time, the paper still in front of me. My name, not Zach Pierce but Zakhar fucking Veronin, burning into my retinas.

His photo was good-looking, but it was a bit blurry; his record read clean; his background wasn't mentioned, just that he worked as a bodyguard trained in different combat styles; and his remarks read efficient, and skilled. "No social media presence," Milo said, a bit surprised by the guy's profile. “I bet he’s going to be in his mid-forties; even older guys do social media,” Milo said without realising he was smiling. He thought about annoying the hell out of the old guy till he gave up his job, and Milo would pay for compensation. “Great,” he whispered, smiling. As those thoughts spiralled in his head, he tapped his legs, smiling, and then he flopped back in his chair, spinning slowly as

Everyone knew the Vance heir, the guy who rode the black Harley and looked like he could bench-press a mid-sized sedan. "Go," Jax commanded. Thorne and his friends scrambled away without a second glance. Milo, who had stopped a few feet away to readjust his books, turned around just as the bullies fled. He blinked, his vision still slightly off because he was wearing an old, weaker pair of backup glasses. He saw a tall figure standing where the bullies had been. "Um… thank you?" Milo squeaked, his voice small and melodic.