Milo Thatch Novels & Stories

Adrian Milo stood there, my father’s old assistant, holding a carton of wine bottles at his feet. The realization hit me. I had completely forgotten I had instructed him to stock the lake house. But even as relief started to creep in, something else made me pause. Milo was uneasy. Too uneasy for something as simple as a delivery. "Master," he said, bowing his head in deference, recognizing not just my power, but who I was — his Sire, his Lord.

The Tail would have called him payment. Jack looked at the condition carefully. Not one who must be offered. One who was offered and returned. He smiled. "No," he said. "Not me." Vance's smile faltered. Jack turned to Aaliyah's screen. "Milo." Aaliyah stopped breathing. Milo Venn, thirteen forever and newly named, stared from the restored witness layer. "I was offered," he whispered. "To the ledger. To the fire. To the debt." Aaliyah's eyes filled. "Milo, you do not have to."

He was everything a girl could want and more. So, why did Milo catch my eye and hold it? Well, he was spectacular, too. He’d been an investment banker and, once the market crashed, had decided to do what he loved best which was playing guitar. He’d told Toby that being an investment banker had been soul draining for him and he wanted something different. Toby told him to come out West, that he could always use good studio musicians. He told him that he needed to live a little in the sunshine and get his mind off the hustle and bustle of high finance. We were only a short walk to the beach and they could surf and grab a taco from a stand. He didn’t give Milo much of a choice. It was a wonderf

"Do you ever think about what you want, Milo? After all this. After the Moonless, whatever happens with the mountain." Milo considered the question with more seriousness than she'd expected, the particular thoughtful quiet that had started replacing his usual quick humor sometime in the last year, as he'd grown from boy into something closer to the young man he was clearly becoming. "I think I want to stay. Here, with the pack. Maybe train under Rennick properly, work toward captain of the guard myself someday, if that's something you'd actually consider." He glanced at her sideways, something almost shy beneath the request. "I know it's not exactly ambitious. Compared to everything you buil

he stretched out his hand for a handshake. Milo’s head lifted, his eyes on me, a silent question of trust. I nodded with a smile on my face, I wasn’t going to push him, he had to be the one who would choose if he wanted to be friends with Nevan. A greater part of me begged, prayed that they were friends. He grinned, “I am Milo, heard you like Legos.”

He smiles, “Shall we eat?” I nod. We began to eat dinner together where Milo talked about his family, his dad, how horrible it was when his parents divorced and how he didn’t stop crying but didn’t understand why he was crying. He also talked to me about how he grew up in a small town in England and how simple his life was before he became famous. He mentioned how he was an ordinary boy in school, he told me about his hometown, about England, his mother adorable Anne, and his sister wonderful Gwyneth. Milo told me about his old band called White Eskimos when he was still not famous and how it didn’t turn out okay with the other lads before he auditioned for that singing competition, and ever

I readied myself to intervene, But I was given another shock that made my jaws drop, Milo didn’t flinch, not for a second. Instead he jumped down from my laps, and took a step forward, shoulders squared, chin high. And in that moment, I felt something familiar brew in the air, a dangerous and wild air protecting him from the malicious pressure of general Grath. I leaned to stop it, but on a second thought, a small smile crept to my face, as I leaned back on my throne to watch the show. “What did you just say little boy” Grath eyes looked like it would start shooting invisible lasers.

CHAPTER ONE 15th May 2021 MILA'S POV I stood in front of the chapel in which MacCarter was about to be wed. It had been 5 long and hard years, but I was back to recover all that I lost or rather, what was stolen from me. I was no longer that weak 18 year old girl, fresh out of high school, without a Mom or a healthy father. I turned out to be strong and bold. I had to be because life had given me a lot more reasons to be.

After this, I will get to replay all these videos, but this… this moment is the final time. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I click on it. “Hey,” Milo says, looking directly at me. He smiles, and it reaches his eyes. “I guess things didn’t go the way I wanted. I’m sorry I had to leave you.” My heart clenches as I feel something lodge in my throat. I hug myself as Milo looks down, clearly emotional, before he smiles at me. “Sorry I couldn’t be there any longer. You know, Millie, you’re a leader, and you’re so incredibly strong. No matter what path you choose to walk, you’ll do well.”

"I'm the CEO of my own company. How could I be immature?" "And I've changed," Kian argued. "I'm not the same immature guy that I was back then." Milo chuckled. "Yeah—two grown men bickering with a thirteen-year-old is definitely mature." Zeth and Kian pursed their lips together since they knew that Milo had gotten them good. "Whatever," Kian rolled his eyes. "What do you know? You're just a freshman in high school. Stop meddling with adult people's business." Milo raised his hands up. "Alright. Alright. I'll leave. And by the way," he said before leaving the room. "Luis is single and is currently looking for a partner," he said.