Sinister 2 Milo Novels & Stories

His veiny hand gripped the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity, the car swerving dangerously as he drove. For a moment, he shifted his gaze from the road to her, a chilling smirk playing on his lips. "Believe me, love, you won't be disappointed this time. I have so many surprises planned for you tonight," he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. Her stomach churned with disgust and fear. Desperate to escape, she struggled against her bindings, thrashing wildly in an attempt to break free. She struck him as hard as she could, but he remained unyielding, his strength rendering her efforts futile.

Sienna I felt the ground beneath me shift as I saw a figure clad in black leap onto Lucian from behind, wielding a bat. However, Lucian had grown up in an environment full of backstabbers, so he wasn’t fazed when he heard my warning. Instead, he turned and grabbed the bat before it could hit him—at a speed that was nearly inhuman. His icy blue eyes were now frosty with rage, the storm within them brewing to its peak. Anyone would shiver under that gaze. Instinctively, I touched my belly as I backed up, watching Lucian lunge at the attacker. A sickening crack echoed through the space, and the man collapsed, motionless.

I made sure to sound as seductive and sultry as I could, running my tongue over his ear when I said the words. I felt his body shudder under my fingers. A sinister grin spread across my lips, my plan was working. “Why don't you use all this energy to hit me from behind?" I went on, tracing my index finger over the side of his neck. “Choke me and spank me all you want,” I started to plant kisses around his neck and ear. "Make your mark on me.”

"Enough." I roughly pushed open the toilet door and returned to the table. I grabbed the meat cleaver from the self-service area. My determination was firm. If justice was the price I had to pay for my second life, then I had the right to determine my steps completely. Wilky Milkya was dead. Right now, Arthemisya Zacceline has to live as I wanted. But before that, I will avenge Milky's death.

She releases his hair and the hint of victory plays on his lips before he frowns. "You're a menace." She sticks her tongue out, straightens her dress then walks towards me. "I don't need to pull your hair to get a confession out, do I?" "I talked to him." Tony is out of earshot. "Mia." "He had this hoodie and cargos. All black. He seemed worn out, but even exhaustion looked good on him. Then he placed a gold chain over his neck to stand out. A cross in the middle." "Mia." "What. Did. You. Do?"

Vivi exclaimed, clapping excitedly while Mia fell to the couch,holding her head in her hands and groaned. “Why do you always come up with the worse ideas, Vivi? Gigolos? Where’s your decency?” Mia exclaimed exasperatedly while Vivi grinned sheepishly as she shrugged “My what? Decency? Just because I suggested a gigolo?” She giggled, gulping down the rest of the drink Charlotte had placed on the table. “Baby girl, Decency has never been in my dictionary and just so you know, try to loosen up. You sound like my grandmother.” She sneered, smirking mischievously at Mia.

My hand trembled as I pulled the iron away as quickly as possible, but the damage had been done. I have branded Milo. Milo collapsed, unconscious, his body limp as if the last of his strength had drained into that scream. My soldiers released him instantly. Before he could hit the floor, I moved, my hands wrapping around him as I cradled him against me. His scent was sharp, scorched, but he was still alive. Still mine. I lifted my gaze to Kael. His smirk that had hung on his face was no longer there. Rather, it was replaced with a scowl. My sister Selene had an unreadable expression, like she was observing something important.

Lucien yanked me backward at the same time Milo leapt in front of me. “MILO—NO!” I yelled. But something strange happened. The shadow stopped.Frozen,like it hit an invisible wall. Milo didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He just stood there, his small face expressionless, eyes glowing faintly—not gold, not blue, something else. A color I didn’t have a name for. The corridor fell silent. The shadow retreated—slowly, reluctantly—curling back through the crack in the door like smoke being sucked away.

Milo growled, his face moving entirely close to mine. He used his heavy weight to pin me down against the soft velvet cushions. I kicked my legs hard, but he trapped them beneath him. I was entirely stuck. I couldn't move at all. "You are going to like this, Anna," Milo whispered against my ear, his hot breath making me want to completely throw up. "Please," I cried, hot tears pouring down my terrified face. "Milo, please stop." He ignored my entirely loud cries. He grabbed both of my trapped wrists entirely with one massive hand, pinning them above my head. His dark crazy eyes locked onto my shaking lips.