Rebuilding Milo Novels & Stories

There was something else—something I didn't want to admit. As we walked toward the address I'd been given, my thoughts bounced between Jordan Lucas and Bella's stubborn presence. The stable caretaker had mentioned that a man named John had bought all the winning polo horses from the stable and sold to a special man. That was the only lead I had on Jordan's whereabouts. His obsession with the best horses was the only vulnerability I'd ever discovered about him, and now it was the key to finding him.

~Kiera’s POV~ If I could turn back time, I may have made different choices. Three years ago, I offered $5 billion from the Campbell Group to save Relish from financial ruin—a selfless act, driven by my love for Nicholas and my desire to secure a future together. Although at the time he did not have feelings for me, I hoped that in time, those feelings would bloom. My big mistake. Now I wonder if it had been in vain. I blinked my eyes, disoriented by the sudden change in surroundings. Instead of lying at the bottom of the stairs, I found myself on the edge of a tranquil lake, surrounded by an atmosphere of surrealism.

Right as I stepped through the door, the messages appeared again. [You're really going through with this? She's a mob boss. She kills people without blinking!]

he stretched out his hand for a handshake. Milo’s head lifted, his eyes on me, a silent question of trust. I nodded with a smile on my face, I wasn’t going to push him, he had to be the one who would choose if he wanted to be friends with Nevan. A greater part of me begged, prayed that they were friends. He grinned, “I am Milo, heard you like Legos.”

“…will you still stand with me?” He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll stand in front of you.” My chest tightened. “Even if it destroys everything?” He looked at me— And for a moment— There was nothing held back. “Then we rebuild.” Simple. Absolute. Dominic Vale’s POV They made a mistake. A fatal one. They didn’t just target her. They involved me. And now— There was no turning back. Roselyn’s POV I looked at the headlines one more time. Then locked my phone.

“Put it down, Mother. Please.” Jeremy’s voice cracked as he took a slow step forward, both hands raised, careful, the way you’d approach something wounded and unpredictable rather than someone you’d once feared your whole life. “Stay back, Jeremy.” Mrs. Devonte’s hand trembled harder, the gun swinging loosely between pointing at nothing and pointing at all of us at once. “You don’t understand what it feels like to build something for forty years and watch it collapse because a woman who should have stayed lost decided to come looking.”

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

I went back in time one year! I shook my head aggressively as my hands flung to my mouth, tears began to drop from my face, No! No! How is this possible, 2023?! How did I get back here?! Just when I thought I had finally escaped and found eternal peace, I was transported back to my horrid past?! Can I know exactly what my offense is?! My phone beeped and I looked down at it, it was a message from Michelle. -“Sis, are you having cold feet?! That’s normal, you don’t have to be nervous, Take your time, we’re all waiting. Xoxo- The message read,

Finally, Emily's due date crept up. The pack healer told her to stay off her feet and move into the pack clinic. But James had other plans—two expecting wolves giving birth at the same time? Perfect cover for a swap. Emily didn't like the risk, but she played along. Came back to the manor, eyeing my bump like it might explode. Three more days. Then she cracked. Even through the wall, I heard her sobbing to James. Two hours later—knock on my door. He walked in, fake smile locked in place, holding that "tonic." Same one from my last life.

The old times where he threw me away like I was convenient background noise? “No,” I said flatly. “We can’t.” I turned again, my heels clicking against the floor. Then— “Selene,” he called out behind me, “I know you were reborn.” My steps faltered. Slowly, I turned just enough to glance over my shoulder. What did he just say? “I was reborn too,” he continued. “That’s why I chose Elara so easily this time. I wanted to compensate her… for what happened before.”