Novel & Cerita Milo X Bisco

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Homer nodded and responded, “It's him. He called me this morning and asked me to hand over Hector. I refused. Not long after the call, I received bad news from my company’s secretary. Milo, tell me what I should do. You have a wide network of connections in Flower City. Help me find out what the bosses and big figures in Flower City think of this. Also, help me contact Philip and tell him that I want to meet him. There’s no lasting feud, only eternal friends.” Homer had no other choice. The opponent’s killing moves were too fierce and accurate. He was now an eagle with broken wings, unable to fly. Milo’s face darkened. He thought about it and said, “Okay, I'll do it right away.” After that,

"Milo, I'm close. You need to stop or I'm going to cum." Milo pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Victor's cock. He looked up at Victor with a dirty, knowing grin. "Not yet. I have other plans for you." Milo reached into his backpack, which had fallen on the floor, and rummaged through a side pocket. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Victor raised his eyebrows. "You carry lube and condoms in your backpack?" "I'm a bartender who works until two in the morning," Milo said with a shrug. "Optimism is a professional requirement."

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.”

‘No, teaching you how to code, how to do reverse engineering, but I kind of taught myself how to hack based on that. Alessia was amazed. ‘I can’t believe you are five.’ Milo glanced up at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. ‘Age and IQ are not necessarily related.’ It was true, she thought. Milo was far ahead of his peers in terms of intelligence. She pondered her next move as they reached the ice cream parlour. She ordered two cones of different flavours - chocolate for Milo and raspberry ripple for herself. They sat down at a small table by the window, watching the passersby as they enjoyed their ice cream.

Jasper asked as he enters the studio. Milo moved his head to Jasper when he didn’t even know his bandmate had entered the studio. He needed to find a good excuse which is believable. "Nothing." Milo said with a smile. Silas glanced at Jasper before staring back at Milo , "Are you okay man?" "Yeah 'course." Milo answered quickly as he pressed sent. Mill: Let's see, who can I send my dirty naked pictures to? How about Aunt Claire? Cousin Martin? Uncle Rudy? Mom? Or this one that says Dad? :)

Cara chucked the ball and Milo leaped to catch it, then brought it back to her. Keith witnessed Cara and Milo playing together, and the latter was overjoyed and bouncing around gleefully in Cara’s presence. “Looks like Milo likes you!” Cara’s smile vanished at the sound of his voice, and Milo sat on her lap. “Yea… yeah! Is he your dog?” she asked. “Yes, he is my birthday present,” Cara nodded and looked down at him. “Your luggage from your friend’s house. Get ready and join me for breakfast.” He gave Milo a tight smile as he walked away.

“You two are adorable together, Kas. I’ve never seen Bronx so happy.” “Ladies, I know you’re not interested in the liquor, but can I interest you in some bubbly water?” Milo comes over and holds a bottle of Sanpellegrino like a sommelier holding a bottle of wine. “That sounds perfect, Milo. Thank you.” I smirk as he twists the lid off and hands me the bottle with a flourish of his hand. He winks and opens bottles for Kas and Delilah, too. “Wow. Alpha Graham used to drink a lot, but his liquor never smelled that strong.” Kas scrunches her nose.

Mira and Milo bickered the most, though Milo’s usual sarcasm seemed to falter every time she touched his shoulder or leaned too close. At one point, she reached across him to grab a slice of bread, her hair brushing his cheek. He froze completely. “Relax, Milo,” she teased. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I just…..” he cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. “You move too fast. It’s…..uh….startling.” Storm smirked. “That’s one way to say distracting.” Milo glared at him, his ears turning red. “Shut up, Storm.”

I wouldn't hang out with someone who thought I was a liar. We got to the penthouse less than an hour later. As soon as I stepped inside, I noticed Milo sitting on one of the couches with a drink in his hand. I could feel the anger radiating off of him. Boris scurried out of the penthouse, leaving us alone. Milo was in a black button-up shirt and black slacks. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. His tattoos were on full display as usual. That was his usual look but somehow, he always managed to look hotter and hotter by the day.