Rimuru And Milim Novels & Stories

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

Alex said. “Uh... no thank you.” Mimi held her hand up. “NO way am I sleeping with this big dumb stinky bear.” She said, as a ghost of smile crossed her lips. “Fine, I’ll sleep with him.” Milo said wrapping his arm around Babaloo’s shoulder making Mimi growl. “Sorry Milo, but you’re not my type”. Babaloo laughed pushing Milo away. “Hands off brother dear.” Mimi’s wolf grumbled.

Mila had just walked in. Her hair was in a messy bun, she wore leggings and one of Aria’s hoodies, but she had a little spark in her eyes again. “Morning,” Mila said to Damian with a slow smile...an evaluating one. “Morning,” he replied with a polite nod. Aria could feel Mila’s stare burning into her cheek. Damian lowered his voice slightly. “I’ll see you later.” It wasn’t a question. She nodded, pretending like her pulse didn’t trip over itself.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

To me, they looked to be around their early 40s. "I'm Carter, and my fiancéé Camilla" I gave him a handshake. "You both are beautiful together." June complimented with a smile. "Thank you, June." Mila replied shyly. "Are you naturally a shy type, or your fiance makes you shy?" Cameroun asked in amusement. "She's......" In as much as I didn't know so much about Mila, I knew for one that she was a calm person, but shy? I honestly wasn't sure. Sometimes she was, and sometimes she gave her opinion on a matter unapologetically.

For all I know, he’s probably fattening me up for the slaughter. Yes, I am paranoid. So what? “Why would I hate you, sir?”. Miyamura opens his mouth to speak— but then gets cut off. “As much as I am very interested in whatever this is…”. Aronohai Misa walks in, followed by Eiji, Riko, and— Is that Yukimura Aito? Yukimura Aito? As in the older brother to that crazy female, Yukimura Rei?. To think that if I didn’t search him up then, I would have been stumped right now.

Chapter 215: The Learning Curve milo pov Millen moved first. She was faster than I had anticipated… a blur of white and crimson as she closed the distance between us. Her fist drove toward my solar plexus with enough force to shatter ribs, collapse lungs, and end the fight before it truly began. But I didn't dodge.

I chose not to say anything when she met my staring with a mean glare. “Oh, my Luna! My Ela!” Mimi wrapped her in a tight hug, and all Lira’s aggression disappeared instantly as she hugged the woman back. Cherum slipped around them to set the tray on a table, then he kissed both women on the cheek before excusing himself to carry the basket of linen to Mimi’s room. Mimi probably wants to have them pressed to change the sheets in my bed. I haven’t changed them since Lira left, and it's one of the things she has been wanting to fix.

Together, they were unstoppable. Amid the chaos, Amara spotted a familiar figure: Milo Nero. He had returned, more cunning and dangerous than ever, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. “You never learn,” Milo sneered, stepping into the fray. “Still playing hero in a world that thrives on monsters.” Amara’s blade gleamed under the dim chandelier light. “And you never learn that monsters can be tamed — or destroyed.” The clash between them was brutal, a whirlwind of strategy, strength, and unyielding will. Each strike carried the weight of revenge and survival. Luca intercepted Milo’s men with deadly precision, leaving a trail of incapacitated foes.

Kat hopped and hugged Milo and Arlet. Milo brought Shanaya to meet his friends. “This is Miles and his wife. Sorry, I forgot your name,” he intentionally remarked to Roselin, knowing she annoyed Arlet enough. “It’s Roselin, the owner of LURCH,” Roselin moaned her brand name to come up with the shock. Milo didn’t know her much. Shanaya greeted her. “And you are the perfume king,” Shanaya added, eyeing Miles. “You know me?” Humble Miles greeted her with a handsome smile.