Milo Ventimiglia Hot Novels & Stories

“Manya. Samanvay has started a war with Roger in Goa. Roger, our Syndicate’s enemy and the man who killed my son Vihaan ten years ago.” “War?”Manya understood what war meant in the Mafia. She was a lawyer, she knew how criminal organizations work. War meant Death and Violence. “Yes. And I do not want to lose him like I lost Vihaan.” Milan joined his hands. “I never joined my hands in front of anyone. But today, I am joining them in front of you. Bring my son back. Bring my son to me. He loves you. He truly loves you.” Manya looked down. Her heart turned weak at Milan Goenka’s pleading. Milan's question about her intention for marrying Samanvay kept buzzing in her ears.

“After you came in mine—.” He pushed my head forward to claim my lips, his tongue barged in to take control of my mouth. I was on my back again, and my clit eager and anxious as his thick, hard shaft rubbed teasingly against it. “Are you sure Milo won’t hear us?” I whimpered to let him know I’m ready. “It’s the Virtus mansion, kitten.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, a tease in his eyes. “It’s bulletproof and soundproof.”

“He’s been threatening me for years.” Jong Ping Jin’s fingers tightened around the phone. “He’s not bluffing this time.” “You taught me never to respect men who beg when their leverage fails,” Milo said evenly. “Funny how lessons age.” The old man’s voice lowered. “He wants Antonioni’s routes. His handlers. His vaults.” “And you want me to betray the man who gave me a name,” Milo replied. “You lost that right.” “Mi Lo…” “Stop,” Milo snapped. “You don’t get to use affection like currency.”

Don’t worry, Mom. He returned to his room before Alessia could stop him. About ten minutes later, he called out, ‘Mommy, come check this out.’ Alessia entered Milo’s room, and he turned his laptop screen toward her. She saw a bank account in Veronica’s name, and several zeroes in the balance. Alessia counted, ‘Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a…a million..’ She was struck dumb, struggling to grasp the huge sum. ‘There’s two million dollars in there,’ Milo said matter-of-factly. ‘Let’s get the money and treat ourselves to a fancy meal. The man of the house will take two lovely ladies out. How’s that sound?’

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

He opened the door wide enough and the shining healthy Milo walked into the room wagging his tail and then stopped as his eyes met with Veronica lying on the hospital bed. “Milo!” Veronica stretched her hand in his direction and he rushed to jump onto her bed. “I missed you!” Veronica said as they engulfed in a hug and Milo licked up her face, barking loudly. “You’re back!” She smiled, ruffling his shining brown hair. “And you look so strong!” “How do you feel?” Aries pecked on her lips, caressing her head. “I’m good!” She answered. “You’re mad at me?” Aries asked. “I had no idea you were talking about the sex tape when you mentioned the video.”

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

Becca's face had become serious. “ You shouldn't have done that, Hades, no doubt, and due to the great interest he showed in you, he will investigate further, when he discovers that you lied to him, he will be furious, the Visconti are not people to make fun of, they are powerful, leaders of mafias that you don't even know, elite, millionaires by birth and dangerous par excellence, I hope that how much he liked you, will minimize his anger, for your sake I hope so “ said Rebecca seriously.

“Follow me.” One-Mile hopped in his Jeep and waited for the other guy to follow in what seemed like his rented sedan. All the while, questions kept niggling at him. Was Valeria safe in Florida? Who had taken over Emilo Montilla’s splinter faction of the Tierra Caliente cartel after his death? And why would the organization suddenly get desperate enough to threaten innocent women days after one of their bosses had bit a bullet?

Bella was sure that the IT team would definitely witness this, the most disgusting and embarrassing thing that had ever happened in this world. That evening, Miya was at the hotel with Nicholas. The man sat with his legs crossed perfectly. Miya was so ready because tonight she and Nicholas were going to make love. “Can we do it right away?” Miya asked excitedly. "Drink some wine first, let's enjoy everything slowly." Nicholas smiled again at his future wife. He kept avoiding every time Miya tried to kiss him. Miya, who felt annoyed and impatient, immediately took a sip of the wine, but it didn't take long for Miya to feel that something was wrong with her and then the woman easily collapsed