Milton Nyt Novels & Stories

Something dark flashed in his eyes. “Where was he,” Caleb asked slowly, “on the night you were attacked?” Layla blinked. “He had a family emergency.” A small and cold smile pulled at Caleb’s lips. “A family emergency?” he repeated. “Yes.” Layla shrugged. “That’s what he told me.” Caleb let out a low laugh. “Milton’s full name,” he said quietly, “is Milton Gray.” Layla frowned. “Okay…?” Caleb learned closer “He’s an orphan, Layla.”

she chuckles. Mr Milton couldn't help but laugh, " claiming me? Over who? Don't remember you ever having a contestant " he points out. Mrs Milton pressed her lips into a thin line, " It isn't hard for those grannies to try to hit on my man... Not while you are looking this sexy, muscular and handsome in your forties " she grumbled. Mr Milton makes her look up at him, " I've told you this and I will keep telling you, you will always be the woman for me because I love you and you alone " he said.

He found the men she was with familiar but still couldn’t place where he had seen them. “You keep throwing yourself at different men,” Milton said loudly enough for Charlotte to hear. “I see your new job is seducing men, and I bet he has a fiancée or is probably married.” Charlotte ignored him and turned her gaze back to the granny. Finn had a frown on his face—he had never liked Milton and didn’t hide it. “We’d like some steamed buns and all the usual stuff I like,” Charlotte said before raising her head to look at Connor. “What would you like? The menu is right there.”

Others speculated about the dynamics at play, condemning his foolish act, but there was nothing anyone could say about the immaculate billionaire. The headlines were beaming with speculation: ’CEO of Milton group: baby mama, girlfriend and side-chick, he has them all.’ Every news outlet was curious, which of these women was he being serious with? It didn't help that Kira Robinson, in an interview had announced her engagement to Noah Milton with a shiny $8,000,000 diamond ring. The internet was buzzing, an ever-growing sea of spectators waiting patiently for a scoop. On the very far edge of the disaster spectrum was Sophia Whyte who was slowly loosing her mind. She watched as the phone ran en

“And we want it now.” Milton’s smile softened into a softer smile. “I’ll get you the herb, but first, I need you to do something for me.” I felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside me, but I forced myself to remain calm. “What is do you think we’ll ever do for you again? You lying piece of shit!” I voiced out through gritted teeth. Milton then handed us all bundles of explosives, his eyes reflecting his trickiness. “There’s an abandoned factory deep in the jungle. I want you to blow it up.”