Milo Thatch Novels & Stories

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

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.

Milo says, I didn't know that I was that important to them, but they could always take their soul and leave me alone. "What about a mate?" I ask next. "A mate is another thing, not everyone got one, but the one that does, they are lucky bastards, there's no real science behind it, but it's a wolf or a human, we hate and love at the same time, we challenge but can't kill, we can kiss though," Milo says, with every word he said, he was going near Theo closer and closer and now he kissed him, it was a real kiss, like the ones I saw in the videos, like the one in the movies, it's not a regular kiss, it's a lover kiss, my mouth fell open watching them kiss.

Elliot panted beside him, sweat dripping down his head, “I don’t want to lose my first game.” “We won’t,” Milo snapped, determined as his eyes watched the opponents like a hawk. “Come on, Mils,” Theon muttered under his breath, hands gripping his knees as he leaned forward. Elle reached over, curling her fingers around his wrist, with a smile on her face. “And he said he didn’t want him to play at first,” She teased. Milo darted past two defenders, weaving through the last line of defence. He saw an opening to score a goal and knew this was the chance he needed.

she called out in her meek little voice. "What are you doing out here, young princess? Get inside at once! These are terrible times for sightseeing!" Milo admonished. He was a man with physical features of strength. He had long, light brown hair in low ponytail against his back. On his head circles a metal silver band with an insignia of a general --- a sword against a spark of light. Around his neck he wore a necklace with a crystal glowing with faint light. He hovered above her on his wingly that was rhythmically flapping about to keep afloat on air.