Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 It was already eight in the evening, Vonn Richard-the only son of Don Alfred Richard who owned the biggest Mall in the world came home from London. When he arrived from the Airport, Mico the driver, was waiting in the entrance of the airport. When Vonn was near the car, he held open the door of the black Rolls Royce, and Vonn sank gracefully into the luxurious leather seat and adjusted the air-conditioning to its highest point. “Welcome home sir!” Mico greeted him.

I mumbled with gritted teeth. By the time I snapped back to the present, I noticed the ladies had filed their drums halfway. The sight of it filled me with determination, and I matched forward, eager to finish as fast as possible. "They even couldn't wait for me," I grumbled, but they totally ignored me, Xenra, the once-dreaded vampire queen. No nose mask could stop that stench from seeping into my nostrils as I got my hands filled with human waste, and as I stared at it, my mind went straight back to Asher.

Milo catches him before he smashes into the rocks. The stranger fights anyway. He’s half-conscious, bleeding, and barely breathing. But still fighting. Finally, he slumps in Milo’s arms. Rather, Milo hit his neck, knocking him out. Varen stares at him for a long moment, then mutters quietly. “Oh, damn…” Luxe glances sideways at him. “You see it too?” “Unfortunately.” I look between them, confused. “What?” Milo mutters, “He’s not an ordinary kid.”

in flawless harmony and also familiar "hahahahaha !" I stared past the gym floor where the young wolves were busy beating each other up. Closer to the edge of the room. Ahead, I recognized a familiar figure - Zaiden. Two young girls were giggling, before one reached out to stroke his gleaming chest. I stared for a moment, before approaching with a slight clearing of my throat.

And this person actually came alone. How could this be possible? Even the most powerful wouldn't dare enter a tomb by themselves. "Who am I? Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Mackenzie. Or in your terms, I'm an S-tier Malevolent Phantom." What? Felix and Kenneth gasped. Looking at the twin sisters who were nearly in tears, it made sense why they were instantly immobilized—this was the work of an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. But why would an S-tier Malevolent Phantom be in this tomb? It was beyond comprehension.

“You don’t get to make that choice. We fall together or not at all” Damon looked at the parchment again. ‘Look closer at those you call family’. Vincent. Leo. Evelyn. And even Celeste who claimed her destruction was for the Thorne name’s survival. Now that name was at war with itself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Miles arrived with an update. “We pulled a partial fingerprint off the safe panel,” he said. “No match in our database. But it triggered a flag from six months ago, someone who visited the estate with Evelyn”.

A few attendants stepped forward hesitantly, but when they caught the warning look the steward shot them, they stopped dead in their tracks. Eli snapped at Karina, his voice low, "Enough. You're making a scene." To my ears, the words only sounded like a joke. I lingered no longer, and climbed the smooth, cold-white marble stairs to the second floor at an unhurried pace. More than a dozen partitioned boxes ringed the second-floor hall, divided by screens yet still overlooking the entire floor below. The box dead center, with its carved and gilded doors, was the Thorne family's own seat of honor.

Miles had earth-element gifts! He wasn't that powerful, seeing as he was just able to raise a small mound of dirt, but it popped up in the worst possible spot, right under Hayley's armored truck, lifting it just enough to jam it in place. Within seconds, Hayley could see through her front monitor as swarms of zombies poured in from every direction. They spilled out of the cafeteria, stumbled from warehouses of all sizes, and even clawed their way down from the office building.

After exiting the living room where his siblings were, Brian Matthews stormed out of the mansion. He heard a familiar voice call his name but he didn't bother to look back. Brian got into his car, then drove out of the mansion. As he drove towards his Cabin house for some alone time, he couldn't stop thinking about his earlier conversation with Vanessa and also the conversations with his siblings. The more he remembered every detail of what they talked about, the more his head began to ache.

Thankfully, the ring tone suppressed the noise of the heavy lid and his back was towards me. Fuck. My heart beats faster as Caleb squints his eyes at me while putting the call on speaker. “Rules are same as before,” Caleb says as he answers the call for me. “Hey My doll…” Miles’ smooth voice comes out of the speakers. “I am here… But it looks like you are not at your house… Does it mean you will welcome me to this so-called warehouse of yours?” Oh God, he sounds so clueless. Caleb mouths ‘Warehouse’ and I reply, “Warehouse would be better…”