Novel & Cerita Miltonian Milton

"If I may ask, lord Milton, what is your connection to the Dragsa kingdom?" Lady Milton, who looked like she just waited for such an opportunity, finally opened her pigeon mouth. Her pointed nose raised up into the air, she declared: "We are proud to call ourselves nobles of the Dragsa kingdom. My husband is the marquess of Ydalir, a very important position. Of course, someone from the Icelands wouldn't know such basic things. Though I personally think the Icelands are a lost case, the king begged us to come here and bring light into these uncivilized lands. He is such a generous man, worrying even about barbarians."

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?

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 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!"

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.”

“And I did not go about enchanting people left and right, alright! There are only three men I know of who are enchanted and are alive …” “Tony and?” Arthur asked curiously. “Tony, Hanna’s minister and Victor,” Mila informed. “Just them?” Arthur asked, feeling shocked. “I was very careful,” Mila looked appalled by his reaction. “I really hated it when anyone was enchanted by me.” When Arthur just stared at her with amusement, she added feeling angry, “Why else would I spend all my life covered in mud and dirt?” “Oh, I love you,” Arthur grinned. “Not the relevant reaction, but okay,” Mila shrugged, feeling annoyed.

Milton laughed and said, "Damn it. You're still so stubborn when you're about to die. I'll kill you all right now." "Wow. You truly have no regard for the law at all, huh? This is murder you're talking about," Wilbur said. Milton snorted coldly, "This is my territory. Killing you guys is just like killing ants. Do you think anyone will get themselves in trouble for killing ants like you?" "Interesting. So, you're the one calling the shots in Harvest County?" Faron pretended to ask. Milton suddenly became wary and looked at Faron, Wilbur, and Nicholas.

Milton was that bastard's name, and from their conversation, it seemed like he was Monet's right hand. A hiss left my lips as those ropes bit my skin due to my tugging at the knots on my hand. My hands were tied on the armrests of the wooden chair. "I swear, you guys are going to repent! My people will find me soon and then I will see what your dear boss does." I glared at them. While Zion stayed calm, rage flashed through Milton's eyes. "His dream to take revenge on us will never come true!" "Be quiet!" Milton snapped. "Shut your mouth or I know how to do it!"

“Is he drunk?” “How dare he interrupt His Majesty…” “That’s not right, Milton was always a careful person and won’t be that brash…” Milton knelt on the floor under the crowd’s confusion as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead before saying in fear and respect to the New World Emperor, “Your Majesty, forgive me. I have an important matter to report to you!” Milton then pointed at Darryl and loudly said, “Luca Moonlight, is already the South Cloud World’s Prince Consort. You cannot also appoint him as your Prince Consort…”

she asked. "Humor me?" I said, getting more comfortable. "The story is on how club 'Milton' got its name. There once were a pair of sisters, twins. These two daughters were of noble birth but…well like most noble families after the House Rorei purge, the two sisters found themselves homeless." -Ahh…shit.- I turned my gaze outside.