Rebuilding Milo Novels & Stories

"Julie, I bought an energy drink for you. Take it before the competition tomorrow for a boost." I trembled upon hearing the familiar words. At the sight of the familiar training base around me, I instantly realized that I was reborn. When I was still in a daze, Emily Fagan had shoved the drink into my hand. Meanwhile, the loving eyes of my boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, grazed Emily's face. He cooed, "Em, you're so thoughtful. Julie is lucky to have you as her bestie."

I shook my head at the memory of last life's misery. "No," I said. "We still have advantages this time." Rachel rolled her eyes. "They've locked us up. We can't fight them, we can't run. What advantage do we have?" I tapped her shoulder and leaned in close. "In our previous life, we were kept in the dark. But this time, we know exactly what Robbie and Ned want, don't we? And I remember clearly: after the wedding party, we didn't register the marriage. Why don't we use that to our advantage?"

Homer nodded and responded, “It's him. He called me this morning and asked me to hand over Hector. I refused. Not long after the call, I received bad news from my company’s secretary. Milo, tell me what I should do. You have a wide network of connections in Flower City. Help me find out what the bosses and big figures in Flower City think of this. Also, help me contact Philip and tell him that I want to meet him. There’s no lasting feud, only eternal friends.” Homer had no other choice. The opponent’s killing moves were too fierce and accurate. He was now an eagle with broken wings, unable to fly. Milo’s face darkened. He thought about it and said, “Okay, I'll do it right away.” After that,

If they still have feelings for each other, of course, there is still a chance. Terence nodded. ‘Okay, thanks. Now, shall we talk about the deal?’ ‘Sure.’ *** Nova Heights Academy playground. Milo was sitting on the ladder leading to the outdoor slide, staring blankly at the sky above him. Arlie came over and stood next to him. He looked at the sky and asked, ‘Milo, what are you looking at?’ ‘Life,’ Milo answered. ‘Huh?’ Arlie scratched his head. ‘You seem unhappy.’ ‘Yeah.’ Milo nodded. ‘I’m indeed unhappy.’

They drove back toward Bianca's safehouse in comfortable silence, the city slowly transitioning from busy morning streets to the quieter, tree-lined roads leading toward the villa. When they arrived, Milo came running out to meet them the moment the car pulled up, his small face lit with excitement. "Mama! Mama! Look what Uncle Lorenzo taught me!" He held up a small, slightly lopsided paper airplane, throwing it into the air with great enthusiasm. It spiraled awkwardly before crashing into a nearby bush, and Milo burst into giggles at his own failure. "That was excellent flying," Elara said, laughing despite everything weighing on her mind, scooping him up into a tight hug.

As Milo marched back to the main hall, muttering to himself, he froze halfway. His tablet, left on the coffee table, was glowing. He hadn’t touched it since this morning. He approached it slowly, picking it up. The screen displayed a new anonymous email. –You Looked Beautiful in the Mirror Today. Below it was an image. An image of Milo, standing in his bathroom, shirtless, brushing his teeth. It was obviously taken from outside the window. His blood ran cold. Behind him, Nolan’s voice cut the silence. “What is it?” Milo didn’t turn around. “I think…” he said, voice quiet and tight, “he’s been in my apartment.”

Ambrose stepped forward, blocking the aide with a forced smile. "General Lynch, we're grateful for your kindness, but this boy..." he paused, pointing at me. "He is frail, just a stray we took from the orphanage. He is weak and lazy, unable to handle your training. We provide for him and only let him do chores. If anything goes wrong, won't that trouble you?" I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. A strong urge to escape made me break free from the aide's support, stumble forward, and bow to Jordan once again.

"Do you ever think about what you want, Milo? After all this. After the Moonless, whatever happens with the mountain." Milo considered the question with more seriousness than she'd expected, the particular thoughtful quiet that had started replacing his usual quick humor sometime in the last year, as he'd grown from boy into something closer to the young man he was clearly becoming. "I think I want to stay. Here, with the pack. Maybe train under Rennick properly, work toward captain of the guard myself someday, if that's something you'd actually consider." He glanced at her sideways, something almost shy beneath the request. "I know it's not exactly ambitious. Compared to everything you buil

A week before our wedding, Damian Hale threw me a pre-wedding party at his family's private racetrack. His racing partner, Sienna Belmont, tossed a set of car keys into my lap. "Every bride should take a spin, right?" I wanted to refuse, but Damian slung an arm around me and said with a laugh, "It's just for fun. Sienna will show you around the track. You'll be fine." I let my guard down. But when I reached the third turn, I hit the brakes. Nothing happened. The car crashed through the barrier. My spine snapped, leaving me in a wheelchair. Three months later, I saw Sienna walk out of Damian's bedroom wearing my engagement ring. All he had to say was, "Avery, I need a wife who can stand besid

“When you’re not guarding and juggling and insulting my technology?” “Gambling,” Milo said. “Stealing hearts. Occasionally bread.” “Training,” Jarek said. “Repairing what Milo breaks.” “I improve vibes,” Milo protested. “Also teach pups to howl in harmony.” “You teach them out of key.” “It builds character.” “Everything builds character,” Jarek said. “That is not always a virtue.” Their bickering loosened the coil under my ribs. For the first time since the forest, air reached the bottom of my lungs without snagging.