Romans & histoires Milo Sinister 2

“If you can’t leave, destroy him.” The words settle over me like a drug, sinking into my veins. Destroy him. For the first time, I don’t just feel like running. I feel like fighting. --- THE FIRST TRAP It starts small. A lipstick stain on his collar—bright red, smudged just enough to look accidental. I watch as he finds it, his brow furrowing, his fingers grazing the mark. His paranoia flares instantly. "Sera," he calls, his voice sharp. I feign innocence, stepping into the room. “Yes?”

Mila I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because t

I stated. “Why don’t you untie her, and we walk?” This Benny guy chided, and I shook my head. “Not going to happen,” I replied. I was a stubborn man but before I could continue, I looked over Benny's shoulder, “Took you long enough,” I smirked. “Sorry boss,” Milo answered. “Why don’t you put the gun down?” Milo pressed the gun at Benny’s head. I moved to grab his gun before Milo hit him hard as he fell to the ground. I liked Milo because he knew how to move with utter silence. His skill was why he was on my team.

“Now.” Milo’s eyes darkened, and he let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Or what?” he taunted. “What are you two going to do? Fight me?” His amusement twisted into something more sinister. He advanced on us, and Genevieve braced herself, standing her ground.

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.

“So the boy thinks they're safe. We’ll use that.” Marcus blinked. “What?” “Lucas is going to help me end Dominic. Whether he wants to or not. We’ll make him a weapon against his father.” Marcus gave a low whistle. “That’s dark. I like it.” “You’ll lie low,” I ordered. “Patrols will be swarming the borders by morning. We can’t afford to give off our trail now.” “I can handle—” “I said lie low.” I moved to the drawer and pulled out a parcel wrapped in worn wolfskin. The contents were ash,bloodstone and bone. A symbol older than these packs even remember.

Dominic said and Erica got confused. “Recognize me?” she asked and Dominic nodded, “Yes, the presence of a mortal in immortal world is considered bad luck; I can’t keep you hidden that will not be fair at all. So that is why you will have to dress up, Jenny and Clio will help you.” He said and she nodded thoughtfully.

Terror shot through me like a bullet "Milo, stop! You are going to…" But he had already turned back to Millen. What followed suit wasn't a fight. It was an execution. Milo moved like liquid lightning, faster than anything I'd ever seen. One time he was far from millen. The next his jaws was closing down on Millen's fore arm, and tore. A scream that was not a scream filled the air. But milo was not done, his extra sharp teeths that was now dripping with saliva found her hind legs, the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed, followed by her painful howls.

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.