Stranger Things Mileven Novels & Stories

Before I could ask anything about their business or whatsoever, another voice got my attention as multiple armed men began to enter the hallway, " We meet again, Miss Stevens!" I whipped my head back, stunned to see that guy Marcello, standing a few steps away from me. His eyes held a mysterious, dark glint that shook me in horror. I spelled his name wondering, " Marcello...you.." He started with a smirk, shoving his hands into his pockets before coming towards me, "Let me introduce myself again. Marcello De Rossi, the elder son of Russian Don."

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

)) {{ good to know, now stop that nonsense about rejecting him sheesh }} ** BANG, THUMP, BANG CRASSHHHHH ** we both get up and rush out to the balcony and look down, we see Mikelis sprawled out on the ground below us with his eyes closed and a figure jumped down through a broken window, which I presume it's where Mikelis was thrown from, Lily and I ducked back into the room just as he was about to turn and look up at us because we currently look like our true selves, we quickly change our appearances and return to the balcony where the man who I recognize to be Frankentsein Jr is fighting with Mikelis below.

"You’re outnumbered, outgunned, and three miles below the surface, Verina, do you really think you can outbid the people who built the world you’re standing in?" Verina reached into her pocket, but she didn't pull out the obsidian ring, she pulled out a small, sleek remote that looked like a common car key. She pressed the button, and suddenly, the violet lights of the station began to flicker and turn a violent, angry red. The girl back at the Hamptons,the one Miller was supposed to be watching,wasn't just listening, she was a transmitter.

Too late. “Maeve! Finally,” Brenda’s voice exploded from the tiny speaker, brimming with caffeine and adrenaline. “You won’t believe what just came through. Morgenstein has direct financial ties to Galli. Offshore transfers. Shell companies. The whole damn conspiracy. I mean, if we run this right, front page and broadcast. I can already hear the headline. The Evergarden Billionaire's Blood Money—Morgenstein’s Mafia Ties Exposed. You have to tell me you found something else, I know you did—” I stopped breathing.

The voices were unfamiliar, but they seemed to be having a good time talking with each other, catching up with their month of being away, and theorizing why the headmaster summoned them a month early. To the second tent they entered, which was occupied by four Wielders, the three of whom Blame already met, but the one conversing with Michelle in low murmurs was a familiar stranger. Unlike the other tents that almost burst with many occupants, theirs were almost as empty. Hail was leaning on the tent’s post, wearing a black suit paired with a dark bow tie. For a moment, their eyes locked, his irises attractive as usual, but she shook her head and stared instead at Briane. He seemed determined

It understandably sowed fear and panic to the observers and Miles especially, who was shivering even harder than he already was. “D-D-Did you just… Did you just k-k-kill him?” Miles stuttered, struggling to let the words out of his teeth as his entire body trembled. Did Zayn really finish Vulcan off?

On that note, I might also mention that: 1) Ilya is a murderous Russian mafia boss who wants to get rid of the Falcos in order to dominate the drug trade in Europe; 2) The Falcos are a clan of pureblood vampires and they think I'm a half-vampire (dhampirica), and, apparently, Ilya's only daughter; 3) Cloe Falco thinks I'm a seer, or a halfling with sporadic visions that seemingly foretell events within this lifetime; and 4) I am Miles' "bonded" and I let him drink some of my blood to help him manage a genetic liver disease and get rid of excruciating pain attacks. Well, my mother and sister were quite open-minded about such things—but not Gaia. If ever I mustered up the courage and convince

His eyes scanned the screen before hardening. "What now?" I asked. He hesitated. "They found a black SUV parked three streets away." My pulse quickened. "The plates are fake." Neither of us needed to say the name. Tyler. A heavy silence settled over the room. Outside, the evening sky had darkened, and rain began tapping softly against the windows. Drake stood and walked toward the window, looking out over the city. "If Tyler is making moves this early," he said quietly, "then he's planning something much bigger."

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.