Miltonian Milton Novels & Stories

“Milton was a child when your mother saved us. She told me to watch over him and make sure he became Alpha of his pack.” I was confused. “Why are you telling me this now?” I asked Adam. “Because I need you to understand how important he is to me. I can not be a reason for Milton to lose his happiness.” “Happiness?” “Yes,” Adam smiled. “Milton is in love with you. He's a stubborn man, and struggles to tell himself the truth or admit his feelings. But he loves you.” I was stunned for a moment. I knew he had feelings for me, but he never said anything. He always bottled up his emotions and acted like saying what he felt would be the end of him.

“They seem to care about Rania. As for Rhobart and I...I don’t even know how to start explaining the way the alxa-lotx feels. He is my everything.” Milton nodded. “I think I understand. While I don’t have a n’alxa, I did love a woman. I didn’t need a bond to know that she was the love of my life.” His voice cracked, and tears filled his eyes. The expression on his face was that of a man that knew what daily torment meant. “You still love her.” Milton curled his hands into fists. “I will always love her.” “What happened to her?” Ayla asked.

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.

In all honesty, he had none and that made him very nervous. After Gerald and Rachel had played their part in delivering a somewhat semi-pathetic somewhat sympathetic speech... he knew he had to pull his socks. As the first born, he needed to keep his head high and not let his little greedy siblings squabble all the attention on them. Rachel really thought she could steal their money by acting more vulnerable. Master Milton would not allow anyone to steal what was his and what he had worked for, for years and years pleading his father and trying to be in his good favor. When he said jump? It was always how high. Never ever why?

However, Milton turned to Priscilla and remarked, "Ms. Miller, you certainly operate on a grand scale. Even your attendants have connections to the Harmon family." Grace almost choked on her shock and disappointment. Sensing Milton knew this "Nelson", the surrounding guests buzzed with curiosity. "Who exactly is this Nelson?" they inquired. Milton explained slowly, "He's just a minor member of the Harmon family. He got into a scuffle with my son and was soundly beaten. That's the only reason I'm familiar with him."

Milton, on the other hand, was furious that she had visited the place she had wanted him to go with her but with someone else instead. It was as if she had told him that if he didn’t go with her, someone else would. “It’s our turn now,” Olivia said. “We should get our order.” Milton glanced at her, and they proceeded to get what they wanted. The place looked too shabby for Milton, but he held back because of Olivia, wanting to be sure that Charlotte and the man were a real couple. His lips curled into a grin. Luther probably didn’t know that he was being cuckolded. He had promised to be by Charlotte’s side until his hair turned gray.

He kneeled and hugged Vena's knees. "I failed to protect you... I failed. I didn't make the vow that I said when we get married... I didn't recognize that vixen. I failed you." Vena held him to stand up but Milton didn't falter. "Stand up, I am fine. I already stopped the feeling of hate, madness and revenge... All of it are gone. I only wanted to continue living in peace." "Will you still accept me as your husband? I will be with you." Milton said, hoping.

Briella said, wearing a coat. “What is the name of the club? I'll have Dalton check it out.” Dalton was Mr Milton's trusted personal aide. “I didn't.. Get the name.” Briella stammered. Mr Milton stood up and pulled Briella into a hug and rubbed her back. “Calm down, Breathe. Brian would be fine. I'll make some calls and get the name of the club.” Briella nodded, she suddenly felt like she was freezing, she rubbed her hands rubbing against each other praying silently that it wouldn't be anything serious.

All the eyes on me feel like creepy crawling bugs. “The new students need to be chosen for the different tiers.” She points at the banners above us. Looking again, I see that the banners aren’t only different colors. They have different words and emblems on them as well. “Seed,” I read out loud. “Acorn… Pinecone… Oak… Redwood.” “They’re like houses?” one of the girls waiting with us asks. “Or fraternities?” “Something like that.” Professor Towles’s attention has turned to the front of the gym. The door behind the dais opens and four stuffy-looking people, including Madame Aldine, emerge.

He held a knife to Oliver's throat as he threatened in a low and hoarse voice, "Tell Larissa to come out. Or I swear I'll do it." Mr. Patton Senior rushed to the scene, seething with rage. "Milton, are you even human anymore? Have you become addicted to killing? "You already sent me a damn engagement invitation—why aren't you off with your fiancée? Why are you still harassing Larissa and Oliver?" Milton's gaze was wild, and he was barely holding it together. He tried to stay composed. "You don't understand! I'm trying to make things right with Larissa. I didn't get Rita the graft in time, and the skin she burned off turned necrotic. The engagement was just to calm her down!"