Rebuilding Milo Novels & Stories

“The average person wouldn’t even be able to find the place. That’s how secure it is. Fortunately for us, we aren’t average.” “Can you get me in, then?” I asked impatiently. “Yes, I can. As the guest of an acquaintance, Peter Orlando. You have one shot at this, Mila. Don’t fuck it up.” “I won’t,” I swore just before the line went dead. This wasn’t just a regular job for me. Helen’s life was on the line. The stakes were too high. I couldn’t afford to fuck this up.

They also order that he does not venture out of the territory until he has found his Luna, marked her and caused her to be with child. Milos is unhappy about the recent development, and he is disconcerted. After he recovers completely from his injury, he goes back to the training field, but things are not the same. He is distant in his training, and he is not as active as he usually is. His aging father is worried and calls him into his room. There, he asks Milos what the problem is. Milos tells his father that he is bothered about the fact that there is a strong possibility that he does not find his mate, his Luna. Stocles assures Milo that he will find her. Milos rests assured, and soon, h

Jasmine’s POV~ We rode closer to Mirrorvale, and the trees grew less and less. Thinner and quieter. As if even the wind had learned to hush around this place. It had once been a home. A shelter. A sanctuary for wolves whose bloodlines were “too diluted” or “too dangerous” to place normally. A lie. That’s what it was. It had been lying at a test site. Early mutterings of what would eventually become the Crownless Protocol. I knew because I had read the files. But none of what was in the files prepared me for what we found.

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

"We were going to grab dinner. You're welcome to join us if you'd like." Kasia shook her head, dismissing the suggestion. "That would compromise your cover, Milo. We can't risk it." "About that," Milo began with a smirk. He reached up and removed his contacts, revealing striking gold eyes that burned with intensity. Next, he pulled off his blond wig, displaying his true hair color—black, cropped short, and messy. Kasia blinked in surprise at the transformation. Finally, Milo took a cloth and wiped his face clean of makeup, unveiling claw marks running diagonally across his cheek. Kasia felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in his real appearance, so different from the man she had k

Ozzy muttered, low and bitter, “I didn’t like it. Burning the whole place down with the girls inside? That’s a waste. Luis could’ve at least saved one or two...” Milo blew out a long stream of smoke, not even looking at him. “One for each of us?” he said dryly. “How thoughtful.” Ozzy turned sharply. “You know what I mean. Riko’s losing it. All that work, all those girls, gone. Just to cover our tracks?” Milo gave a slow shrug, eyes still on the end of his cigarette. “You crying over product now?” Ozzy sneered, but Milo finally looked at him — something smug curled on his lips.

Eleanor had brown hair, and she didn’t have bright blue eyes as well. I didn’t bother looking for Eleanor again. I couldn’t. I regretted how I handled things between us, but I liked the life I had with Elle now. If she showed up, I would apologise and beg for forgiveness because she didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but I didn’t think I would want to leave Elle for her again. Milo was already half buried in the sand. He kept digging a trench with his little red space. His curls bounced every time he giggled each time the water destroyed them. That thought that he felt more like mine than Eliza poked at me, but I killed it.

There are times when I wish my legs would give out and I could be free from this. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I heard approaching footsteps, and, to my surprise, Milo and a girl appeared in front of me. Milo's face shows disgust when he looks at me. Standing at approximately 6'2, Milo is an 18-year-old with fair skin, short blond hair, and light blue eyes. He possesses a muscular physique and holds the titles of Alpha and Luna's son, destined to become the future Alpha. Milo was my second mate til he rejected me. His reputation will suffer if anyone finds out we are mates, which is why he threatened me. I'm not sure what "man card" status means, though. His rejection turned out to b

It was absolutely tedious and was working on my nerves. Finally, I shoved him, lightly, off of me, and re-tied my damp shoelace, grunting in discontent as Milo stared at me with a smug look. "You know I hate you sometimes," I said to him, giving him a glare that could have killed. Milo just rolled his eyes at me and licked a paw, drawing it over his ear. I smiled and reached out to rub behind his ear, "You're lucky you're so cute, stupid." Milo mewed as if to say, 'who? Me?'