Novel Milea Novels & Stories

She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge. A week passed, and the first thing Magdalena did was go to the local library and ask for the records showing which books Sara had borrowed, if she had borrowed any at all. She had no idea where to begin her investigation, so she decided to trust her instincts and follow whatever lead came to her.

Mileena POV: Sitting at my usual spot in the cafeteria, which was further in the back by the exit. Sitting there with a hoodie over my head and reading a book. I don’t know how long I was reading for that I did not notice there were people present in front of me until I hear growls. I looked to see that it was Marissa and her two of her goons, Jeffrey, and Dallas, who are warriors. They stood there giving me an evil smirk, then I looked over to Marissa as she had a disgusted look on her face.

X company, no one taught you? Elena lowered her head and tried to suppress her discomfort. Before when Elana was a noble lady, she had never had to endure this kind of feeling of being treated coldly by others. But since her family's incident, everything around her seems to have collapsed, and Elena has adapted to this harsh reality. She mumbled apologizing to the man, Elena's attitude making Mikey feel a little gloated. He leaned back against the back of the chair, resting his legs on top of each other, his fingers tapping on the table with a thud, his overbearing voice resounded:

She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's POV- His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. "Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me. "Sorry princesa, You got me instead" a male voice softly spoke. My eyes shot open seeing the man from before. I quickly shuffled back backing away from the man in front of me.

, he pushed her away roughly and she fell. "No, I'm not lying. We are engaged. I'm the granddaughter of the Arturos. Alessandro, Alessandro, come out. These people are bullying me". Mia stood up and yelled while jumping around to look for an entrance. The noise attracted some workers who came out to watch the show. "I know our CEO is hot but it's weird to be chased by a Lunatic". "She isn't worth the look not to talk of being our CEO's fiancee". "Doesn't she know that our CEO has a fiancee already?"

“If you truly want to help, Daya, find out who his insider is. Quietly. No messages. No calls. Meet me face-to-face only.” She nodded quickly, relief flashing across her face. “I’ll try. Just be careful. He’s watching everyone now.” And then she was gone, slipping down the hall like a shadow. --- When I returned home later that day, Mila was sitting on the balcony, staring out at the skyline. Her hair was pulled back messily, her phone untouched beside her. She looked lost in thought, but when she saw me, she forced a small smile. “Did you talk to anyone?” she asked softly.

"Enough." I roughly pushed open the toilet door and returned to the table. I grabbed the meat cleaver from the self-service area. My determination was firm. If justice was the price I had to pay for my second life, then I had the right to determine my steps completely. Wilky Milkya was dead. Right now, Arthemisya Zacceline has to live as I wanted. But before that, I will avenge Milky's death.

While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known to her father. We were like the two fishes in the yin and yang. Or at least that’s what I thought they whispered behind me. Plus Nicola had said the same thing on a few occasions...one occasion rather. It sure made me mad as hell anytime I heard that considering how much I disliked her and couldn’t stand her. And I couldn’t even remember

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.

I hate myself for asking her to lend me money in the first place. I could feel fresh tears burning my eyes as she glared hard at me. I feel disgusted with myself. Darn capitalism! Is it a crime to live a luxurious life? “I don't have any money, so what are you going to do? Kill me? If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do so, you wench!” I uttered with clenched teeth as the tears streamed down my features. “No, I won't kill you. I don't want to get my hand stained with your dirty blood.” Monica chuckled and turned to the thugs. “Do whatever you want with her since she refuses to pay back my money.”