Rebuilding Milo Novels & Stories

I kept praying the door would close before any of them walked in when I heard "leave her the hell alone. If we want her back we have to give her space. Know this mom I will not lose a chance to win her back because of you." I smile as the door closes I see Wilamina's face contorted in disbelief. I am pretty sure I am as shocked as her when I realized it was Tristan protecting me. I was able to make it down to the first floor where Juan, Lucy, and Justin were waiting. I smiled at them and once in the car, I tell them what happened as we head to grab something to eat. We ended up at another fast food place. This place was called El Pato. I couldn't help but giggle at Lucy and Justin's faces an

Milo meowed at me, rubbing against my legs. I picked him up and buried my face in his fur, letting the tears I had been holding back finally fall. Derek’s apology had been real. But it didn’t erase the damage. It didn’t erase the photos. And it didn’t erase the fear that Roman might one day look at me the way he had looked at her with obsession that eventually turned cold. I sat on the couch, holding Milo close, and whispered into his fur: “What am I supposed to do now?” And for the first time in weeks, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to keep believing in Roman’s promises.

Identical wolves running into the fray. The unmated rogues are distracted and start falling fast. “What is happening?” Lucius asks, unable to look away. Milo shakes his head and bites his lips. “We just got played.” Milo runs to his room and grabs his go bags. He tosses his regular cellphone into his toilet and grabs his spare. Before Lucius can register what is about to happen, Milo is throwing his bags into his small private plane, before taking off as fast as he can. Lucius is watching everything fall apart on the battlefield as his troops fall.

Winifred let out a hesitating breath, interrupting my thoughts. “I don’t want to ... go on without you. I want to be like we were. But—” “But you need to build up trust again.” I added as her eyes met mine. “You don’t have to jump right back into what you were. How about starting small? Holding hands and talking. Work on rebuilding your relationship and trust.” She smiled at me! She actually smiled, and it was genuine. She nodded her head and then looked over at Milo. I watched as Milo held his hand out to her, and she slowly placed her hand in his. Their eyes met, and I could see the love they had for each other. It was obvious they had both been hurting all this time.

Milo looked at him then purred, rubbing his head then looked towards me. "Well, if you don't mind," he whispered then looked back towards Jack. "Are you ready?" He asked him and gave him a huge smile. "To become my fledgling that is?" Toru watched them with interest and reached down for my hand to help me to my feet. I got up with the help of Toru. "So you're his maker?" I asked Milo. "I'm supposed to become his maker tonight," Milo told me and then looked at us. "We found him last night when we were going to celebrate my death day."

After this, I will get to replay all these videos, but this… this moment is the final time. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I click on it. “Hey,” Milo says, looking directly at me. He smiles, and it reaches his eyes. “I guess things didn’t go the way I wanted. I’m sorry I had to leave you.” My heart clenches as I feel something lodge in my throat. I hug myself as Milo looks down, clearly emotional, before he smiles at me. “Sorry I couldn’t be there any longer. You know, Millie, you’re a leader, and you’re so incredibly strong. No matter what path you choose to walk, you’ll do well.”

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

Ivory turned around and walked in the opposite direction with the controlled pace of someone who was not, under any circumstances, reacting to anything. She made it to the end of the market row before she had to stop and put her hand on a wall. She stood there for a moment, breathing. It was the territory, she told herself. Coming back after two years, the pack bond re-establishing itself, the familiar landscape reactivating something that had gone dormant. It was biological. It was contextual. It was— "Are you alright?" She turned her head. Milo was standing a few feet away, a wrapped parcel under one arm, looking at her with an expression that was carefully, masterfully neutral.

That gave me power. Halfway up the ridge I slipped on ice. I fell hard. Pain shot through my knee. I bit back a cry. One wolf helped me up. “You are bleeding a little,” he said. I tied a cloth around the cut and kept walking. We reached the top. The new spot was good. Bigger rocks. Better view. We built new walls fast. While we worked I heard Blade’s growl again. It was closer this time. Deep and angry. The pull hit me once more. My knees went weak for a second.

He couldn't code himself, so someone was hired to code everything according to his instructions. Flattery kept pouring in. He began living the high life, carefree and unbothered. Nancy felt like she had finally made it. She even got engaged to Chester. When the assistant brought over all the recent CCTV footage of Chester at Watch Group, I noticed that he texted someone on his smartwatch every night. I zoomed in on the conversation and realized they were communicating via Morse code. The other party was saying that they planned to steal again next week. It seemed Chester wasn't about to give up just yet.