Milo Sinister 2 の小説・ストーリー

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.

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

Celestine couldn't even see his face. Lifting her bag, Celestine got ready to face that person first. Celestine's heart skipped a beat, "Hiakk-Lily?!" Celestine and the figure were both surprised, the figure was none other than Lilyana with her extremely hideous appearance. "Hi, Cele ...." Celestine couldn't believe it, "Lily, what's going on? Why are you here?" How come? Compared to other places, currently the Sterne mansion was the safest place for Lilyana. And now, Lilyana stood before her with an all-black appearance, her gaze looking blank.

Nicholas defends. “What flashes through your mind before you get a panic attack?” “Nothing” “Nothing?” “Yes, absolutely nothing” “Think again Nick. It could be the cameras flashing, or the crowds yelling. it could be anything, just tell me what you see” Nick doesn’t say a word and just stares at the direction of her window. It was like the answers were written there but he couldn’t bring himself to speak the words. His expression had switched from non-challant to fear as there was something different about his green eyes. It held horror in them.

Andrew stepped into a warehouse. The man's green eyes were now staring at a man sitting on a chair with his whole body tied up perfectly. The man was still asleep when Andrew suddenly kicked the man's leg. "Do you think this is a hotel?" Andrew asked startling the man. Andrew's hand was already outstretched and opened the cloth covering the man's mouth. "I'm sorry, sir. I really speak the truth. It wasn't me who killed Miss Celine," the man said with great fear. The man's face really showed an honesty that Andrew simply couldn't believe.

Baam! Following a deafening sound, Milo was not given time to react and was instantly sent flying. He slammed hard against the coffee table behind him and rolled off to the ground. As soon as he landed, a sharp pain pierced through his chest and he spat blood. His face was pale and he suffered from severe internal injury. Thankfully, Leon was not powerful enough to cause any permanent damage. Otherwise, he would have suffered far more than internal injury. "Milo was defeated? How is this possible?" Both Diego and Enzo rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

His robes whispered against the floor as he walked, his thin frame almost hidden by their folds. “You called for me,” Milo rasped, his voice carrying the eerie stillness of graveyards. His sightless gaze turned unerringly towards Scarlett’s sleeping form on the bed. I clenched my fists tighter, claws pricking into my palms. “See her. Tell me what’s happening to her.” Milo moved closer, his pale fingers trembling as he reached out. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, placing two thin fingers against her temple. His eyes fluttered rapidly, lips parting as his breath came in shallow gasps.

Christopher thought and in that moment, spotted the pair of slender milk legs sticking out from underneath the bedsheet. He felt his mind blur between the lines of red and reality. "Don't make me repeat myself Lance Laurent. Move this moment, now!" Lance simply played his words off as bluffs and looked him straight in his eyes. "Mind the tone you take with me, mistress's child." He warned.

Alex looked at Elio calculating his ways. "Look at what you've become." Elio's deep voice resonated in the warehouse. Milo looked up and as he saw the one in front of him, he flinched in horror and tried to move back though he was tied to a chair. His body signaled him to get away from this monster as soon as possible. Elio went towards him and closer as he tried to move back. "How come you were arrogant enough to think you could kill me?" He knelt.