Ezra Miller Feet Novels & Stories

"Ezra, Mia's just used to being poor. It's not like the rest of us—" He didn't even look at her. Instead, he shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over a nearby stand. Then he rolled up his sleeves, exposing strong forearms. "Hand me the hammer." "Huh?" I blinked. Ezra took the hammer from me, grabbed a handful of nails, and secured the frames like he'd done this a million times before.

I took the box marked with my size off the shelf and went to the little bench to sit down and put them on. My feet practically wept for joy when I stepped out of the wretched stilettos, shoes Ezra said were definitely ‘fuck me’ shoes. I’m not sure any sort of shoe would make a girl more accessible to his massive cock. I’m pretty sure that thing would rip most girls in half. I couldn’t help my excitement once I had laced and tied the running shoes. “Now these are what I call shoes,” I grinned, then stood to check the fit better.

“Daniel Mercer. On paper, nothing special. He owns a small hardware store in Ridgefield. Divorced a few years back, no kids. No priors, no arrests, no debts. Pays taxes on time, utilities steady. Looks like a man who goes home after closing shop and eats frozen dinners in front of the TV.” Killian’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. Ordinary. Too ordinary. “Address.” Ezra rattled it off. Then, after a pause: “killian… he doesn’t look like someone who belongs in this world. I’ve seen ghosts with heavier footprints.” Killian cut the line without answering. He didn’t need Ezra’s doubts circling his head.

Miller. "What the hell were you thinking, stepping on my foot, Ella?" Mr. Miller growled. I merely grinned in response. "You deserved it. Why did your leg touch mine, Mr. Miller? I know what you're trying to do, but I'm uninterested. We have a professional relationship now, nothing more," I snapped, thankful we were in a private room where I could freely express my thoughts. Mr. Miller was about to retort when Aisha returned.

He exited his room while holding the leash. Ezra felt a sense of relief as soon as he stepped outside. Since the estate was home to many celebrities, he knew he wouldn't be bothered there. The security was tight, and not just anyone could enter the estate. He continued his walk and aimed to clear his mind. He would soon be heading to work to earn more money. The last thing he wanted was for his mental health to suffer. Ezra got home right at seven o'clock. He took a shower and got dressed for work. Milan arrived with his morning coffee as usual. "Good morning, sir. I suppose it's time for us to leave," Milan said, picking up his bag from the table.

The pressure was so intense that Melanie winced in pain, her eyes widening in shock. "Ezra, it hurts! Please... ease up!" she gasped, but all she received in return was his cold, mocking laugh. With a swift motion, Ezra yanked Melanie toward the door, dragging her helplessly behind him. Her 4-inch-high heels, meant to enhance her allure, clattered on the floor as she stumbled, struggling to keep up. Without a second glance, Ezra tossed her out into the cold hallway, her body hitting the floor with a thud.

He has a complicated relationship status as others think that he swings the other way in terms of his sexual orientation. Fifth, Ian Miller. The fourth son in the Miller family and his grandfather’s favorite grandson. He inherited the company from his grandfather, and since then, he has been doing great and he has even opened a pathway for the international market. He is 5’4 feet tall and his net worth is three hundred million US dollars. He is very handsome and probably every woman’s dream. Ella read through the list and when she reached the last name, her eyes widened. She never imagined that she would come across the name.