Arthur Miller Novels & Stories

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

“But did you know that Arthur’s middle name is Theodor? It’s hardly mentioned anywhere, but I sniffed out one article where his full name was used. And from there, I searched for his email IDs with that name” “You found something.” It was more of statement than a question. “I don’t know exactly what I found Julian, but the bankruptcy of Milton Incorporated . . . wasn’t normal. He was giving instructions to someone to rob the Miltons which I could pretty much figure out because he sent short—but clear—instructions. And then there was a sudden booking of a flight to Australia and renting of an apartment under the name of Brandon Tucker. I checked out all of Milton Incorporated’s previous emplo

Besides, she already inadvertently displayed her small, well-formed breasts to the crowd. Arthur was a rich man. In fact, he was one of the richest men in the newly emancipated United States. Now, like no other, was a time when he was extremely grateful for this fact. “I intend to buy this mulatto, sir, and I do not wish to have any more of her wares displayed for all to see. So, kindly step back and admit your defeat,” he said boldly. “Do you not know my identity, good sir?” the man replied indignantly.

I hate how well he knows me. And I still literally know nothing about him. “Yes I am okay. You know what they say: new minute, new me.” “Literally no one in the history of this universe has ever said that.” He says as my mouth falls open at his words. “Soccerates said that right before he died!” I exclaim, confidently. “Socrates and no and no.” He replies calmly making me purse my lips. He sucks. “Odyssey said it.” “That’s a poem.”

Despite the fact that Lowell and Tora arrived first, I still felt compelled to go inside and open a door. Everything looked normal inside the room, and the written papers were placed properly as if the person who last went in this room had long been gone. However, the only door in this room beside the room door is the closet beside the table where the papers are placed. "Ari? Where are you? Are you here?" I called out despite the slim chance that someone would answer. "D-Dillon...," a trembling and hoarse voice whispered with a trembling tone. I gasped and hurriedly opened the door. I felt slightly relieved but still terribly worried at the same time.

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

Millie looked down and said, "What good are nice words? Back when I insisted on marrying you, didn't Mrs. Greer and Mrs. Greer Senior also put in a good word for me?" He still was not listening to anything she said, was he? Winston was left speechless by Millie's remarks. She was right. It was like walking into a dead end. If the person never came out on their own, pulling them out wouldn't help. They would simply turn back and head toward that same dead end again. Arthur stood at the stairway and said, "Go home early, Millie ." Millie glanced at Arthur. She felt that ever since Winston arrived, Arthur's attitude toward her had worsened. He always used to call her "Mills", so why was he sudd

For that one person who had promised not to let her suffer! Then their eyes met at a single trace. A glint of hope flashed through her eyes and all she did was release a faint smile. He was seated at the back with a face cap on but he averted his gaze as soon as their eyes met and pulled his hat over his face properly. She did not read meaning into it. She thought he was only trying to keep his identity hidden, with how influential he is. She quickly turned to the judge and Said.. "I plead guilty your honour. I, Althea Grace Miller attempted to kill Katie Rolland!" She admitted confidently and the protesters did not stop asking that she be punished severely.

"The Miller brief. It’s complete. It’s also the last piece of work I’ll be doing for this firm." Arthur’s pen stopped. He looked up, his grey eyes narrowed behind rimless spectacles. "Don't be dramatic. You had a lapse in judgment. We’ve all had them. I’m prepared to overlook the... Kware incident, provided you return to your apartment and resume your schedule immediately."

"And this is my husband, Arthur Sinclair. Please tell us what happened." The man swallowed hard, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He held out the white envelope, his voice dropping from anger to deep, desperate exhaustion. "My name is Thomas Miller. I run a small local fresh produce supply company down the side lane. Your heavy concrete trucks parked right across our main driveway this morning. If my refrigeration trucks can't leave in twenty minutes, fifty thousand dollars worth of fresh fruits and vegetables will rot, and my small business will be ruined!"