Sinister 2 Milo Novels & Stories

"I'll ruin you, fake mom. I am Marisol West Pecaminoso. I will do as I like and you..." **** *****An underground dungeon**** Soft cries and despairing groans mingled with the night crickets' relentless chirping, creating a haunting melody. Footsteps echoed through the darkness, slow but pounding like a drumbeat. She tried to stand, but the cold chains snapped her back, yanking her down. She landed hard on her butt with a pained gasp, her heart racing in terror. The footsteps grew louder, and her breath caught in her throat – who was that again?

My children. Oh God... Before I could breath again ,Marco placed an automatic next to Milo's stomach , right on point with his liver. He stepped between us so fast I barely registered it. His hand closed around Milo’s collar, not violently—but with enough quiet menace that Milo’s face drained of color. “You wouldn't like yourself if Nero found you here” Marco said calmly and prodded Milo with the gun. Milo swallowed. " You saw what he did to the man who laid a finger on her at the party ...."

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

Not even a glance. But the damage was already done. The moment I saw him, I was sure of two things. One was that Sebastian Whitlock wasn’t just powerful. He was lethal. And two no amount of rules could save me now. --- By noon, I still hadn’t stopped replaying it. The voice. The stare. The way he said “Miss Monroe” like he was tasting it. It was stupid. He probably didn’t remember me. Hell, I actually hoped he didn’t. “Eyes up, rookie,” supervisor Anderson grunted, snapping me back to my reality. “We’re going into a client pitch. Don’t speak. Don’t even think about blinking.”

“He’s been threatening me for years.” Jong Ping Jin’s fingers tightened around the phone. “He’s not bluffing this time.” “You taught me never to respect men who beg when their leverage fails,” Milo said evenly. “Funny how lessons age.” The old man’s voice lowered. “He wants Antonioni’s routes. His handlers. His vaults.” “And you want me to betray the man who gave me a name,” Milo replied. “You lost that right.” “Mi Lo…” “Stop,” Milo snapped. “You don’t get to use affection like currency.”

She’s cornered with Phantom and Raze, both of them holding guns. Then I see it as Sean spins. The gleam of metal as he raises his arm. No. My heart seems to stop, and time stands still, almost. I launch forward, but I won’t make it. I fucking won’t make it. I roar, but I’m too far. It crashes into the back of Milena’s skull with a sickening crack. Her entire body jerks, and a bloodcurdling scream leaves her lips. Phantom’s boot slams into her gut. She folds as her body crumples.

One of the men spoke to Mila as they continued walking. “Won’t it be fun to have her murdered by someone else? My niece thinks she’s a rival for me. Ha! To me, Selena is just a baby caught in my claws, and tonight she is going to die for her arrogance.” Mila replied with an evil smile. A while later, Jin saw her mother walking toward her with a pleasing look, and she wondered what wicked deeds her mother had done to wear such an expression. “The drug has been put into the alpha drink,” Mila whispered to Jin after she had moved closer to her daughter.

The bitter scent reached Milo’s nose, and he wrinkled it, disgust rising with the burn in his sinuses. "Bet you’d love to be someone’s little bitch right here in the shadows.” Milo's heart started to race, pounding in a wild, unsteady rhythm. Panic crawled over his skin, and his breath shortened, shallow, sharp inhales that couldn’t quite fill his chest. He tried to leave. Quickly. But footsteps followed. “Hey—are you ignoring me, Laskey?”

Alex looked at Elio calculating his ways. "Look at what you've become." Elio's deep voice resonated in the warehouse. Milo looked up and as he saw the one in front of him, he flinched in horror and tried to move back though he was tied to a chair. His body signaled him to get away from this monster as soon as possible. Elio went towards him and closer as he tried to move back. "How come you were arrogant enough to think you could kill me?" He knelt.