Arthur Miller Novels & Stories

Other werewolves start trolling into the room. The organization is finished. All that remains is the man who started it. Me. Arthur steps forward, he’s carrying, in his eyes, the anger of every loss, Justin, Tori, Adrian, the dead left in the estate, settled into the finality of the moment. “Get on with it. Just so you know, killing me wouldn't fill up the big hole in your heart, and it will not bring back the ones you have lost, especially Justin.” I tell Arthur.

I'd never be good enough for a man like Mariano. My grip on his arm loosened, I shifted away from him, stepping back. Mariano's eyes slanted over me. "Arthur." He snapped. "Let the pig free." Huh? Zach grinned at me. "Seems like your man is gonna give you back to the one you belong to." I blinked at Mariano. "Mariano," I whispered, "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong. Please. I even remember the rules. Respect, obe-"

That had never happened before. ‘Esha.’ She smiled, a faint dimple forming on her left cheek. She sat down and said, ‘I see you are quite an artist, Anubhav.’ ‘Excuse me?’ Esha pointed towards the pamphlet in Anubhav’s hand. It was the pamphlet circulated by the promoters of the Flamenco. It had a nice picture of the group along with their names. On the other side was a close-up of the director, a man with a square jaw and long white unkempt hair. Over his picture, there was a nice little sketch of the male genitalia.

But she still felt restless no matter how much she tried to force herself to calmness. At that same time in Crescent pack, Arthur Murray hadn’t felt a moment of peace. It was left only but a day and some hours before he turned thirty-five, before the reality of the witch’s curse come to manifestation. His anxiousness had increased by more than a mile and he barked at anyone that made even the slightest mistake. “You have a guest, Arthur.” Jeremy walked in and said to him. He scoffed with irritation. “I want no visitors. Cancel whatever meetings in my schedule.”

a fuckin’ persimmon.” Dalton lifted Emery’s right wrist, “I’m gonna do the same to you, okay?” Emery nodded still holding the sour look on his face. Dalton sliced his wrist and lifted it to his mouth giving it a quick lick and putting it back by his side, “Okay,” Dalton wiped his mouth and exhaled, “Now comes the painful part.” Emery’s head tilted towards me and he smiled but I could feel his fear creeping into me, “Come give me a hug real fast.” He waved me over. I didn’t realize I had my hands balled up in fists until I released them and felt the ache. I moved towards Emery and bent down as he held his arms out. I gave him a hug and squeezed his neck tight before sitting back up and walki

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

Upset or not, I was to represent my husband and pack right, it was something that I knew that I had to do. “Eli, Marcus, a pleasure to have you in our home.” Arturo said, nodding at Marcus who had his eyes on me. His eyes were hard with anger, and I could tell that he was not here to play the game of decency or family. The man was simply here to introduce himself. It was something that we could both tell, Arturo and I. however, we were sure not to comment on it.

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

“ If you don’t cooperate, I will frame you for the murder of Malcolm. If you didn’t know, he was killed in the bar you and I met. There’s a text sent from your phone to him asking him to meet up there. Oh, and he broke up with you two years ago. That’s the lie he told his wife or maybe it wasn’t him who was texting you. Doesn’t it seem odd that he gave you his address when he knew he was married? It’s not looking good for you. Daddy can’t even save you from this one. “ He explained with an evil smirk. Tears started swelling up in my eyes when I realized he was setting me up for a crime I didn’t commit. Was he willing to go that far just to get me on the altar? “ You can’t-” “ But I can. Your