Milo X Bisco Novels & Stories

I smile softly; he sounds like me here, his voice hasn’t broken yet. “I don’t know, Milo,” little me replies, shaking my head and pushing my hair out of my face. “Well, today is a very special day,” Milo explains. I look up at him curiously, my four-year-old self having no clue. I don’t remember this time… “It’s your birthday today! You’re four years old, come on, I have a surprise for you!” Milo exclaims. I watch as the camera shakes, and I know we’re both running.

I smile softly; he sounds like me here, his voice hasn’t broken yet. “I don’t know, Milo,” little me replies, shaking my head and pushing my hair out of my face. “Well, today is a very special day,” Milo explains. I look up at him curiously, my four-year-old self having no clue. I don’t remember this time… “It’s your birthday today! You’re four years old, come on, I have a surprise for you!” Milo exclaims. I watch as the camera shakes, and I know we’re both running.

“But…” “The look on Milo’s face after seeing those pictures was interesting. It was like he’d seen a ghost. Could this child actually exist?”

Why did they leave Milo in this house alone? "Are you okay?" I was a little bit startled when Milo suddenly speak. "Yeah! I'm okay, mate." I replied and smiles at him. I don't know but every time I saw him, I can’t help but smile, it's like he's always carrying a ray of sunshine. Milo sat next to me with his laptop while I was just staring at him, appreciating his beauty. "Have you seen Dave Franco's movie, um, Nerve?" Milo asked causing me to snap out from my thoughts. I tried to remember if I have ever seen a movie like that but my memory fails me.

He rather proceeded on helping Essi on taking off the saddle from Felicia. Essi noticed how Milo is serious in his work or maybe it is because of the heat of the sun that causes him to scowl. She remained familiar to him because when Essi wanted to give a lunch meal for Oneil, Oneil already had one from a good share prepared by Milo for him. “Aren’t you friends with Oneil?” Essi asked as she brushed Aggresso’s back. It is a question of already knowing the answer. But she just made it to secure a good start of a conversation with him. “Yes ma’am. We were close,” Milo replied while looking at her. Milo is a polite person who would not leave off the one who approached him in a void conversation

I tapped the empty text box and started typing quickly. Anna: Hey Milo! It is nice to hear from you. Thanks again for saving me from being completely flattened by that giant box cart. I hit send and waited. A few seconds later, the three little gray typing bubbles popped up on the screen. Milo: Haha, it was no problem at all. I couldn't just let the coolest mechanic in our school get run over in the middle of the mall. How are your arms doing? Those paint cans looked incredibly heavy. I smiled bigger. I quickly saved his number into my phone contacts as "Milo Brooks".

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."

“Glad to have you here, kid.” Josh appeared a moment later, already halfway through a sausage link. “Don’t let Becker get in your head. He talks trash but he’s soft as cake under pressure.” “Go fuck yourself,” Becker muttered, then passed Milo a sealed sports drink. “Take it. You look like you need electrolytes more than dignity right now.” Milo flushed, but took the bottle. The voices around him never quieted, but they softened. Bent around him. Absorbed him. He sipped his coffee slowly, trying to keep his breathing even, his head from throbbing harder. Ethan didn’t say anything, but Milo could feel his presence, close and steady.

Boris cut the engine, and Milo turned to Irina, his eyes cold. “You’re going to talk,” he said, his voice like ice. “Everything about Viktorov. Now.” Irina lifted her chin, her eyes defiant. “You think you scare me, Milo?” she said, her voice steady but thin. “Viktorov’s got more power than you ever will.” Milo grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the car into the rain. “We’ll see,” he said, his voice dangerous. He looked at Boris. “Take her inside. Set it up.”

ADRIAN I didn't expect my day to go like this. Milo ran up to me that morning to tell me that he has something to say to me. “What’s it, buddy?” He started signing and then paused. Sometimes, he forgot that he could now talk. He stretched out his hand and I wondered what he wanted so he made the money sound. “It's her birthday tomorrow.” I was confused as to what he was talking about. ”Who buddy?” He rolled his eyes and looked at me.