Milton's Secret Novels & Stories

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.

She slipped down to the ground and cried till she couldn't cry anymore. She didn't realise how long she'd been there till there was a knock on the door Come in, she said in her coarse tone. Mr Milton enters the room, seeing Briella state made him weak. It reminded him of how she was when she lost her mother. If there was anything he could do, he'd do it just to live very old and even see his grandchildren. * At a high-end club Hayden was with a group of friends. With loud music playing in the background. Girls dancing around them.

his eyes flashed behind the tenderness, “It was from protecting Kevin.” My lips parted, letting out an involuntary gasp, taken aback, and my heart cracked under the adoration shimmering in his eyes. An almost laugh left at the realization that Kevin was no better than Misha. I don’t know what it was—relief? Or frustration from the irony of it all, but my eyes watered as the memory flashed before my eyes. “You little bastard,” Miss Milton’s voice rang in my ears like a curse, as if she was right here. A pressure against my lungs started to build.

At least delay the execution, whatever it takes. My gaze wandered around Arthemisya’s room, eventually landing on the drawer beside the sledgehammer. After rising from the dead, I felt something strange, like a whisper telling me to pay attention. For example, I became aware of something inside the drawer. My fingers pulled out the three medium-sized drawer boxes one by one. Surprisingly, the bottom third box contained a journal. The first page held a jumble of random scribbles in red and black ink. The name Tiger Letto was, of course, written on it. The following pages surely had that name engraved on them as well.

POV: Frey Johnson The city beyond my windows was a silent constellation of golden lights and distant sirens. But inside, my room was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that made memories knock louder than they should, and I couldn't resist. A successful meeting between my family and Catherine’s means I’m one step closer. I leaned back against the headboard, my shirt half-unbuttoned and arms folded behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. The shadows from the chandelier scattered across the room like broken glass. Even in the stillness, my mind wouldn’t rest.

“Finally. I was beginning to think you two were robots programmed to hate each other forever.” “It’s not funny.” “Then what is it?” I bit my lip, debating how much to reveal. Mia was trustworthy, but saying it out loud felt dangerous, like giving power to something I couldn’t control. Still… the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “He kissed me.” Mia froze, mid-sip of her iced coffee. The straw slid back into the cup with a dramatic slurp. “What?” “On the terrace. At the gala.” My voice cracked. “And then he pulled away. Said it was a mistake.”

She spotted him when he was ordering a hot dog from one of the many carts downtown and stalked him until he was out of view of anyone who'd care before she knocked him out and carted him back to my place on her motorcycle. Now we're back in my wine cellar, the floors barely scrubbed clean of Sergei's blood, as we reenact the same scene. Mila watches from the shadows, her legs curled to her chest, where she sits on an oak barrel. She looks like a child waiting for her turn to play with a toy. "I was making a smart choice." Mikhail glares up at me. "The only choice." "By betraying me?" I grab him by the jowls, burying my thumb into his skin until I feel like I'm about to break something.

Mila nodded. "I have many questions," Arthur grinned as he led her to a secret passage. "So many damn questions..." The secret passage was a long tunnel with an occasional source of light here and there. "You can ask and I will reply. But I don't want to lie to you, so, if I cannot tell you the truth, I would stay quiet, deal?" Mila suggested as she followed him. "When can I know your full truth?" Arthur demanded and Mila stayed quiet. "So my first question renders you quiet, hmph!" Arthur spoke thoughtfully.

I will clean it later because I will try to open the small drawer first. I was in front of the cabinet with the big door open and I could clearly see my hanging polo shirts, trousers and shoes that were among Uncle Millano's purchases. I split the rows of polo shirts down the middle enough to reveal the small drawers that were locked. Since I already had the key I squeezed it into the small hole and it went in. I turned and heard the sound of it being opened. I smiled! I pulled the small drawer and a small green plastic envelope opened before my eyes. I took it and wiped it. Holding it, I walked to the side of my medium-sized center table here in my room.

Now Year was sure that the next house was the house. As she was making her way to the last house, she felt nervous. She slowed down to stop her head from spinning. What if she didn't find him? And even if she did, what proof could she present to show him that she was the girl he gifted. Soon, she realized that she had an evidence. The violin. She had to go back home to get it. This way her secret santa can know who she was as soon as he saw her. She felt confident in her plan. Excited, she ran home. This was it, she thought as she made her way to her front door.