Milo Belladonna Romane & Geschichten

And Milo—because of course Milo—perched on the low wall, flipping his knife like a man with no interest in keeping his fingers. “Storm girl,” he drawled, grin bright as coin. “How’s it feel being Nytherra’s newest controversy? Fan club? Hate mail?” “Do you practice being insufferable,” I asked, “or is it genetic?” He pressed a hand to his heart, stricken. “Wounded. Catch me, Jarek.” “No,” Jarek said without looking. Kaia clipped mint and didn’t hide her smile. “Stop pestering.” “Pestering?” Milo gasped. “I’m enriching.” He winked at me. “Right, Zoey?”

Author's POV Bella looked at Amanda in disbelief. It was like she is standing in front of the mirror. She couldn't believe that two persons who has no biological relationship can look each other's replica. Only difference is Bella's hair are blonde and eyes are blue which they have coloured ginger. "What the fuck is this?" She flinched when Amanda said it with disgusted tone. "This? Dad?" She looked at Valentino while pointing towards Bella. "Do you realise that you have spoiled me image in front of everyone... What is this thing?"

He would swear blind he doesn't, but I've seen his fear when he has been sent to me. "Can anyone tell me a name of a famous poison used in the past? One that is easily accessible." There's a few moments of silence, before Natalya Gurin thrusts her hand in the air. Drawing my attention back to that front row, where Natalya is sitting beside Azira. "Yes, Gurin." "Atropa belladonna." I nod. "Indeed, a classic that has been used for centuries. What makes it so effective?" "The berries can be added to a sweet drink, for example, and therefore it can be very difficult to detect the poison as they are sweet and pleasant to taste."

Toward the smoke rising in the distance, where the sounds of gunfire and explosions still echoed. One of Milo's abilities is blood manipulation. She could control the blood inside living bodies, and through that control, she could control the bodies themselves. It was a deadly ability, one that had only been used once before, years ago, when Milo had accidentally stopped a animal's heart during one of her outbursts. She had been so frightened afterward that she had refused to ever use it again. She had made me promise to help her bury that power deep where it could not hurt anyone. But now she had to use it to save us.

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

In front of her sat an ancient, terracotta pot containing a lush, dark green plant with dull purple, bell-shaped flowers and glossy black berries that looked like polished obsidian. "Do you know what this is, Mr. Rossi?" Isabella asked. Her voice was a soft, velvety purr that seemed to blend into the gentle patter of condensation dripping from the glass ceiling. "Belladonna," Dante replied flatly, his predatory eyes scanning the rows of hanging ferns and dense foliage behind her, checking for blind spots. "Deadly nightshade. Atropa belladonna, if you prefer the Latin. It’s an odd choice for a hobby, Miss Valeriano."

Arthur replied sombrely. “Which one?” Osho asked with narrowed eyes. “How many are there?” Ajax asked, surprised. “Many, actually,” Osho sighed. “Some are just to poison a person and slow them down. Some are common and have many antidotes. But some are very rare and very dangerous. And those don’t have many antidotes.” “Looks like he fed her the rare and dangeours one…” Rah deduced. “I think he gave me Vallaria,” Mila sniffed, and while everyone else looked confused, Osho gasped.

I made a victory dance in my head as I made for the car. "Are you Miss Camilla" The driver wound down and queried. "Yeah sure" I smiled as I opened the passenger seat and got in. ******************************************* I rang the door bell and waited patiently for Carter to come open it. After a while, I heard his footsteps and in a matter of seconds, the door was held slightly ajar by an angry looking Carter. I quickly walked in and he slammed the door behind me. "Where the hell have you been Mila? Do you know how many times I tried calling you? Why the hell did you switch off your phone!!!?"

"Lunaris Draught? But that's... that's illegal! That poison has been banned for over a hundred years!" "I know." Daphne's voice was grim. She brought the bowl of medicine over and started rubbing it on Milo's chest and arms. "It's a rare poison that messes with a wolf's mind. Makes them lose control. See things that aren't real. Hear voices that tell them to give in to their beast…" I drones out whatever she was saying. The memories of the evil voice. That dark, mean voice that had been spewing lies and poison to milo flashed across my thoughts.

Roman fought like a man possessed, his movements precise and brutal, dropping one wolf after another, but they kept getting back up like pain meant nothing to them. “Milo!” I shouted. He was already digging something out of his coat — a small glass vial glowing faintly blue. He smashed it on the ground, and a wave of sharp, metallic scent hit the air. The wolves recoiled instantly, snarling, their eyes flaring brighter. “Won’t hold ‘em long!” Milo yelled. The child-thing’s face twisted into something monstrous, all teeth and black eyes. “You shouldn’t have come.” Roman didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in two strides and drove his blade straight into its chest.