Milton Love Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 Milton As the voice fell, Milton stepped forward imposingly. His stern look made Bessie's and Nora's skin crawl. They didn't dare move a bit. Seeing Milton up close, Harriet felt a tingling sensation in her nose. Except for Delbert, Milton treated her the best. Although he hadn't liked her at first because she had the intelligence of a six-year-old, after she married into the Carlson family, he had treated her like his granddaughter. But she had been blinded by Nora and Vernon, helping them steal Delbert's business document. It had caused the collapse of the Carlson Group that Milton had built, and Delbert had nearly ended up in jail.

" Chelsea glared down at the box and huffed. I still don't understand, Sophie. I laughed as her lips pouted and her face screwed up. She had pretty lips, they were really thick with a perfect cupid's bow. I opened the box and pulled out a blank pink paper heart. I held it up in the air between me and Chelsea. "This is an empty love." I pointed to the box. Noona gave me a thousand to collect in my life." I put the heart back in the box and took her hand. "A new adventure, Chelsea, To collect a thousand love kisses before I die, from my soulmate." I..... What.... Sophie? I'm confused!" She said, but I could hear the anger in her voice. Chelsea can be pretty angry when she wants to.

Hard and final! She has a few haters, more rejected admirers, but even those can become evil if their dreams don't come true. Some claim she's licentious, others admit she's just picky. But I know better now. My Loraine is indeed hot-blooded, but she has given me her most precious possession, her virginity. To me, Dordrich Fellogan, a married man. A few minutes ago, I almost lost my mind by confessing my love to her. I have long agreed with myself that those words only apply to Elena and my children. I always want to be faithful to my marital vow, I only love Elena.

(Sister do you know who you are wrapped around) Memphis asks her in what I'm guessing is Greek. "Ναι, είναι ο Malachi Sokolov. Γνωστό στους δρόμους ως Psycho. Κι εγώ βγαίνω μαζί του" (Yes He's Malachi Sokolov. Known on the streets as Psycho. I'm also dating him) she responds sassily. Oh my kitten has claws.

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.

She straddled him and after giving him a long-lasting kiss, she said something that made him smile wider than she has ever seen him do. “I love you, Mason. I F-word love you. So very much.” “I know my love and I love you too.” He said with a promising kiss.

"Do you know why it's not me this time?" Ashton's pupils constricted. "It's because I came back, too!" I looked impassively at his expression. "In our past life, you ran over me and the two children. We died so tragically! "Didn't you say that Jane was the one you loved the most? I'm watching you two and how in love you are!" My lip curled. "I wonder if the two of you will last." "It's impossible!" Ashton shook his head. "Blair, I was mistaken. I'll treat you well in the future!"

she said placidly. Damon was stung. He looked down and started to weep, "I just want you to know I regret what I did, okay? I know I'd done a lot of wrong, so I'm atoning. I just don't want to lose you anymore!" "So? What are you trying to prove by letting yourself go like this? That this is what your love could make you do? That you're so uncontrollably remorseful now?" He looked up at her gaze with pain in his eyes. "I just want you to know that it's not like I don't care about you!" he said hoarsely, determined. "In fact, the one I treasure the most is you."

It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges. Angelina appeared at the door, accompanied by the driver, showing signs of weariness on her countenance. "I wish you would have waited for me," Angelina expressed, revealing a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. He raised the bottle and took another sip before replying, with a slight disdain in his voice, "You know perfectly well how much these social events bother me." His lips pressed against the mouthpiece of the bottle as the bitter liquid trickled down his throat, momentarily bringing temporary relief to his worries.

"No, let me. I don't want to keep thinking of you. I'm tired of wanting to make love to you, to take a shower with you. I didn't just want to leave my father's house, Ava. Something I felt when I spent time with you made me make that choice. And I still wonder with hope that maybe you might come back to me and tell me you feel the same way I do, that you would die just for one night of making love to me." "I would!" snapped Ava, having Kara quiet. "Stop it, all of this. Yes, I would die just to make love to you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after. But I can't. We can't. We can't make love any sooner, not with everything going on, not with my family issues and Dante's Gang. I'm not ready