Milo Thatch Novels & Stories

He asked, "What are you doing here? Why the gun?" Milo glanced at Suzie, who instinctively covered her ears. Then, Milo telepathically communicated with Felix. "I'm with headquarters now. My title is Storm Commander. I'm here investigating reports of an A-tier Malevolent Phantom at this hotel." Felix had not expected Milo to join headquarters, though it made sense. When chaos like this was happening, anyone with a shred of patriotism would want to help. Besides, Milo had likely been training with the soul techniques headquarters provided since Felix first entered Martial City. After three years, she would have made significant progress. Xena once mentioned that Milo was one of the few people

He must be going on an extreme diet that he had to avoid such foods. "There sure is, now come on.." I put my coffee back on the table and looked at him. Crossing my legs as I grinned. He shrugs as he began, "Well.. I am Jacob Milos Ellis, 21 years old turning-" "We already know that!" He laughs, "Tell me something that some of the fans like myself do not know just yet." Milo placed his coffee back on the table and acted as if he was thinking. "I'm not really sure if the fans still don't know about this yet, but I hate snakes." My eyes suddenly widened and stared at him closely - eager to hear and know more.

Phoebe, having finally caught her breath, inched closer and whispered in Mila's ear, "Mila, are you in love with him or what? He's Nathan Morrison from the Norvanian military and a Defense General." Mila exhaled softly. Masking her real feelings, she denied, "I don't love him." "That's good to hear. You almost gave me a scare." Phoebe patted herself on the chest. "What would we do if you fell for him?" "Let's go." Mila marched away with tears in her eyes. … A car cruised down the wide street. Summer had begun, but the interior of the car felt cold. A tense air hung in the enclosed space.

Duke was swinging a steel chain like a man possessed. Then I saw him. Milo. He was standing at the edge of the cliff, rifle hanging low, watching everything fall apart. His face was pale, eyes haunted. For a second, he looked like the kid I used to ride with—the one who used to laugh louder than anyone. I ran toward him, dodging bullets. “Milo!” He looked up. Conflicted. Broken. “Get out of here,” he said. “You don’t want this.” “I didn’t want any of this!” I shouted. “You think this makes it better? You think Jace gives a damn about you?”

Perhaps, he did not understand that he was asking that question to a gangster, who has his hand over everything possible. Kai, passes a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to slap Huck across the face. "In case you don't know, my name is Milo Kai Anton, known as Lord Viggo. I have access to almost everything I set my eyes on and your community was fortunate to be amongst the things I like. Further, your home or whatever it is picks my attention and does contain what belongs to me". He said the last part with his face void of emotion. The confidence in his tone could tell that he was set to get what he wanted and no one was going to stop him.

I had no idea where they were going with this but I got the feeling that they were trying to put aside their differences with the throne and give me a chance. “Marquess of Mintia, that means he’ll answer to you but given that he’s your brother we have no objection to the title being given to him. We have one concern though.” I knew exactly where Elder Gavril was going with this. “Milo won’t feed on anyone. He survives quite well on blood bags and when he needs fresher blood he feeds from me.” “I prefer type B positive though, personal joke.” Milo grinned and a few of them smiled back, getting his joke.

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”

"Stay with me.." Milo wanted to protest, but he had never been good with people - especially women - and he found himself stammering, unable to form a proper sentence. Tee-Hee's eyes grew more pleading and her bottom lip began to quiver as she fought back additional tears. And all at once, Milo had a terrible realisation: this girl really needed him. This slightly bonkers yet adorable clown that could get horny from drinking piss and would do just about anything to please her partner. And maybe... Maybe Milo did need her too. Perhaps more than he was willing to admit to himself.

Essi appreciated. Milo made a gentle scratch at the back of his neck because of shyness. In the first, it was Oneil ,or so was Riley as he was called, who befriended him first. He was always approachable to anyone in the barn and would talk to them except that these people would avoid him and remind him of shutting his mouth disguised in the discipline of work. Milo was rather comfortable on Riley which defies the narratives about him. For he was stereotyped of failing in his life because he didn’t take care of his education well and had just proceeded on getting crazily in love with Marika without clear directions in life. Milo rather saw a hopeful person in Riley, one that wishes to get be

"How could I possibly have? How did you know I was here?" "I sensed you; I did from the very second you awoke." You see, Milo was a warlock, seer, witch, or whatever you called it. And he was a powerful one at that. I could tell his powers had only grown stronger over the years. The only downside was that he was blind, although I doubt it affected him, seeing as he could most definitely defend himself if the need ever arose. He sniffed the air, breaking into a chuckle, “You’ve finally awakened, and already she runs from you.”