Novel Milea Novels & Stories

The maid assessed her from head to toe and clicked her tongue "Who are you exactly?" the maid queried. "Oh. I'm a friend of Adrian," Mila answered, not thinking much of it. The maid's eyes widened as she immediately smiled sweetly "Of course. What would you like to read?" she asked, coming closer to Mila and taking her arm. Mila was taken by surprise as the maid took her arms and led her around the library. "The section on Mythical creatures," she answered The maid paused and gave her a strange look.

Nikolai dropped Mia’s business card on the table and took off his jacket gently. “Will you take anything tonight?” She asked as she dried her hair before the mirror. “I'm okay.” He replied as he took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and stood still under it, his heart racing. She must have given birth to his child and hid him/her somewhere but her acting was too good for him to believe that she's not Elena. Is it possible that she could still be alive after five years? In the plane that caught fire years ago, none of the passengers' bodies were found.

"Why, I am Milee, one 'L' and two 'E's. It is an old fashioned name and I think my mother gave it to me because she was mad at my Dad. You see, I have a mixed-race half-brother born two months after me. I never saw my dad after that, he is up in Pelican Bay where he can only kill other bad folks. I will be on the job two years next month, sir. Mid-year hire."

Linfield, the capital of Eldoria, was an enormous city of pristine streets and elegantly dressed citizens who moved about without fear or caution. To visitors, the city appeared devoid of poverty, a model of wealth and order. But the truth was far grimmer. The poor were relegated to slums on the city's outskirts, hidden from the public eye unless they had business beyond their domes

I read through the first paragraph. “Rule one: Never disclose who you really are to neither family nor friends.” “Rule 2: You are not allowed to become close friends with Mia's associates. They know how she behaved, her preferences, even small traces will end everything.” “Rule 3: Protect Mia's fortune.” “Rule 4: Never fall in love during these terms.”

The Stream That Remembers POV: Lucien The path to the stream felt longer today. My leg protested every step, but the pain stayed in the background, drowned out by the steady pull of the bond. Mila walked beside me in silence, with her arms crossed tight over her chest, and eyes fixed on the ground. She had agreed to come only after I refused to leave without her. Reluctance showed in every line of her body—the stiff shoulders, the short answers, the way she kept half a step ahead as if distance could protect her.

He let out a long sigh. “So, which girl?” “Mia,” Ruby said. “She used to be close to Rolex before she disappeared for years. I had no idea she was going to show up again with a child. But now she’s back.” Maxello’s eyes narrowed. Ruby could see the shift in him, the way something tightened in his face. “Mia?” he repeated. “Yeah. You know her?” Ruby asked, raising an eyebrow. Maxello scoffed, then dragged his hand through his hair. For a second, something raw flickered in his eyes.

She asked Celia. "Me? I don't know what you're talking about." Celia replied and they both burst out laughing. "Fine, I'll do as you have asked me to. I trust that she'll be a failure all on her own and Aaron won't have to blame me when he realises that he should have listened to me all along." Miram said and smiled in satisfaction. Mia sighed in exhaustion. She had been kept in the dungeon underground with no water or food. Her stomach grumbled in protest at how long she had stayed without anything going through her mouth into it and her tongue was dry and craved to be wet with water or any liquid at all.

“What’s wrong? We had so much fun last night. Why are you so gloomy? Is it because of your training?” I let out a long breath. “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about Lila. That girl is like a drug.” Theo laughed softly and leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, she’s definitely different. I think it’s because she has fantasies that are… pretty wild for a girl like her. I didn’t even think she’d forget about our bet.” Miles came out of the bathroom with wet hair, towel around his neck, and sat on his bed. “What are you guys talking about?”

Mismaloya a village located on the coast of Bahia de Banderas in the Mexican state of Jalisco; Mila's home. She always dreamed how it would be when she went back. Would she ever go back? Would things still be the same? She doubted it ever since she had met Roxana two years ago, on the busy New York side walk. Mila had not recognized her but Roxana saw her and immediately stopped to greet her. Mila was confused, but after Roxana had countlessly said her name and the school they went to together. Mila suddenly remembered. One thing that hurt the most was when Roxana said.