Novel & Cerita Miltonian Milton

-Because that's all we've ever done. The truth of it staggers Milton, nearly bringing him to his knees. Years of deliberate cruelty flash before his eyes, each dismissive comment, each time he'd undermined her authority, each moment he'd pretended she was invisible. All to deny the pull he'd felt since she was sixteen and he was twenty-one, a connection his human pride couldn't accept. "I've been such a fool," he whispers to the night air, his voice rough with self-recrimination. What neither of them knew was that Peter had gone after both of them, not quite on the same path; he knew better than best friend or not, Milton’s wolf would be ready to kill any male that got close to her before hi

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.

"Hey! It's nice to put a face to the name. I'm Peggy. Peggy Anderson. My mom is Felicity, the..." "I know whom your mom is." I interjected. "It's really wonderful to meet you too Peggy. I'm Camilla Monteiro, but feel free to call me Mila." I grinned, and she winked. "I'm in love with her already Carter." Peggy piped. "There you have it! Your company." Carter gave a toothy grin. "I was already informed about that one. Chop chop! off you go then." "Away with me, then" He added. "But before that, when did you get here" He directed his question at Peggy.

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.

"I'm not looking down on them, but none of those useless losers in Ballard Estate would have the guts to take it." Although Andreas spoke with conviction, even he would circle around the Flamedrake Soul Spear. Those in Ballard Estate weren't ordinary people who wouldn't recognize a treasure. On the contrary, 20 years earlier, Milton had once been acknowledged as the most talented prodigy among the Ballards. He was tenth in line in the main family. However, when he had tried to claim the Flamedrake Soul Spear, it had transformed into a flaming dragon and pierced his heart! Milton had collapsed in a pool of blood beneath the Celestial Plaque in the Hall of the Ancestral Dragon!

“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.

] Under the warm, cozy lights of the trendy restaurant, Milton, dressed in a black shirt and beige pants, was chatting with a woman. [That's him. I want a picture of her face.] The woman's photo came in shortly after. I only glanced at it, but it felt familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before. At this point, the task was technically over. But the courier, more outraged than I was, sent me over ten more photos all at once. There were shots of Milton flirting with the woman, of him fixing her hair, and even one where she leaned in to kiss him... [Miss, you don't have to pay extra. It's everyone's responsibility to fight against immoral behavior. Oh, and I overheard them talking about a hous

Ariadne’s eyes were glazed over until a familiar name caught her attention. "Milton Group..." Her heart skipped a beat as she straightened in her seat, gripping the remote tighter. The screen cut to footage of the Milton Group's towering headquarters, followed by an image of Gideon Milton, standing confidently behind a podium. The anchor’s voice continued, clear and unyielding:

That exchange just now was unimaginably nerve racking, but throughout that entire ordeal his number one priority was to protect his trusted friend. Milton tugged off his hand in anger, "speak for yourself. That fire ant that calls herself a mage only caught me off guard. Watch how I go down there and teach those arrogant youngsters a lesson called respect your elders." Milton walked away, ready to dive back into the fight. His frustration had reached a point where he couldn't stand himself. The feeling of running away from a bunch of kids left a foul taste in all seven orifices. Not just his mouth.

Preston had black hair with neon blue streaks and a piercing through his eyebrow, he was the same height as Jax and the carefree one of the group. Milton was the odd one out. We called him Rev, and I have no idea why, but like I said before he rarely spoke. He preferred to communicate with his fists, he had shoulder length light brown hair, wore a leather jacket and wherever we went we always had to pull him off someone. We sat in the back row of class and a few people were staring at us, probably because we almost never attended class and they were surprised we were still in school or because of the shiners that Jax and I sported which would only fuel the rumours more.