Milo Ventimiglia Hot Novels & Stories

What Valentino says goes no matter what and if you argue you get a bullet, believe me, I know I have scars to prove it. I scanned my surroundings bingo. I grinned evilly, making my way towards the girl I recognised from the photo. "Milly?" "Yeah." She said, turning. I placed the drugged handkerchief over her mouth. She screamed into it. Trying her best to struggle out of my hold, feisty I like it. She slowly stopped struggling as her eyes rolled back and closed. I threw her over my shoulder and walked casually away, making sure no one was around or watching. Valentino Miller

River shakes his head, now shaken out of his reverie. He regards Milo, noticing him as a man of stature, from the way he dresses and the charming smile on his face. Slicked back, his dark brown hair shines in the light that bounces off his tanned complexion. It gives the man reason to be charming, and socially outgoing. "I've seen you somewhere before, but I wonder if it was on the tele or in person," Milo's enchanting British accent rings in the air as he extends a hand. "I'm Milo. Owner of Chariottē Casinos."

The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. "Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned. Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.

I woke up to a man’s voice. When I opened my eyes, Milo was standing in front of his floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows in nothing but a pair of dark jeans. He was shirtless, showcasing his powerful back and tattoos. His phone was against his ear, and he was speaking to someone on the other end of the line. He used an intimidating tone, which meant he was discussing mafia business. It was crazy to think the gangster wasn’t even thirty. Yet, he had so much money he could drop hundreds of thousands of dollars for a woman he was just fucking. He was rich, dangerous, and so powerful that even my father feared him. He had such a profound impact on people.

he threatened. I scoff, He is just bluffing, he can’t do anything to Mike. Mike is the number one Mafia Prince and he kills like he is playing soccer. He has no value for human life. I will keep quiet and let him walk right into the lion’s den. I glare at him and limp out. GIGI'S POV💘 “Milan, had enough fun?” I asked him as we walked into the penthouse. “Yes! Can we do it again tomorrow?” I nod and yawn,We spent 8 hours at the park, Milan and I played different games and rode on all the toys. I stop in my tracks as I see trail of flowers from the living room.

Fatima shouts. "Silas is so cute! I love him so much!!" Jane yelled. Sarah screams deafeningly, “Rowan!!!!” "Shut up all of you, we all know Milo is the hottest!!!" My wicked evil twin yelled out. I rolled my eyes at these freaks who looked as if they were not half as bad as my sister. They get along pretty well when it comes to cheering and Spitfire Strip. I still don’t get it why they get super crazy with these guys. Spitfire Strip waves at the camera with a smile on their faces. Damn, Milo, you're always good-looking. He rakes his long fingers through his brown hair while he wrinkles his nose as he stares at the host.

It showed Dante slamming the double doors of the elevator, his hand tight around Lily’s waist, his body language radiating a terrifying, possessive rage. The news anchor’s voice was a sharp staccato over the images. "Leaked footage from the night of the Vallocchi engagement reveals a side of the billionaire tycoon the public has never seen. Sources say the victim, Julian Varga, is considering filing charges, while human rights advocates raise concerns about the welfare of the mysterious Lily Mendoza..." The heavy doors of the penthouse swung open.

“It’s simple everyone has been talking about it, especially in the social media. From the moment I woke up from my coma I kept seeing trending news on how you found yourself a hot billionaire lover. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t like that at all for you. However when I learned that he was the same one who paid my medical bills instead of your husband I began to appreciate him. Suddenly all eyes were on Nolan, didn’t he say he has a lot of money? How comes he couldn’t even pay Alma’s medical bills. He is really heartless? The people started commenting in the room. “Everyone I need your attention” The lawyer said.” I know some of you might not recognize me in person, but I am David Miles, the la

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

I shifted slightly in my seat and nodded, then felt foolish since he was focused on the road rather than me. "I adore Italian cuisine. It’s a personal favorite." I noticed something burning within the dark depths of his eyes, despite their steely appearance. The silence fell again as he stared forward. “Sylvio.” He whispered my last name. “Portuguese?” I was surprised he had guessed correctly. Or had he? I had no doubt he had looked me up if he was a professional criminal—or in the mafia. “Yes.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs, smoothing them.