Cyrus Miller Novels & Stories

"I'm Brooks Miller the scion of the Millers and CEO of the Marvel Empire. My father Mr. Mateo..." "I don't know you and your father and definitely don't know of any empire in that name. If you may excuse me I have a better purpose for coming here. I can't be having unnecessary discussions with second-class citizens of the country." Mr. Louis Rodriguez retorts cutting him off and retracts his hand away from his grip so coldly. He stretches his hand to one of the men and he sprays them hand sanitizer and pours him water while he washes his hand not caring about where he is doing it.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I say, " Yh Mr. Miller put so much effort in all his clubs"she says " Who is Mr. Miller?" " You don't know him. Mr. Nickolas Miller is the most eligible bachelors in the USA. He owns this club and some many other businesses. He is the only son of the Elite Millers" she rants "Where is he. Will he here today?" I asked. "Nope. He is on a vacation with his family and wife" she says

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

The door opened again, and this time a towering figure strode inside. The hall fell silent, so quiet that the sound of breathing seemed almost audible. Cyrus had arrived. He was a legend in business. At only 30, he had already become the true leader of the Brennan Group, a megacorporation ten times the size of our own. He rarely appeared in public, especially not for something as trivial as an anniversary celebration. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his cool, stoic face revealed nothing as he approached the stage where I stood. He stopped beside me and took my hand.

"Don't!" Grayson lifts a brow and looks at Tyler with disappointment, "Mr Miller, I need you to clear your mind. Are you going to help or not?" "I... I can't give you the name. I swore an oath. They'll kill me," "They," Grayson whispers to Tyler, "They can be more than one... or a woman," "We'll keep that in mind," Tyler nods. "Mr Miller, I heard you have two beautiful sons," "You—" Tom's breaths sound louder now, "I...I can still help with something."

There was a young man at the bridge, kneeling at the entrance with a forlorn expression. Wilbur walked over, confused. What was going on here? Charles jogged over then, bowing to Wilbur. "What's going on here?" Wilbur asked. "Master, this man calls himself Wesley Miller. He says he's here for you. I told him you weren't here, and he's been kneeling here refusing to get up since, regardless of what I say." "He's here for me? Is anything the matter, young man?" Wilbur asked. Wesley Miller lifted his head blankly at the words. Upon seeing Wilbur, he said excitedly, "Are you Master Trevor Penn, the Divine General?"

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.