Jamie Miller Heres Your Perfect Novels & Stories

She poured the entire glass over his head. Cold water soaked his hair, face and expensive suit. Their parents gasped. Ethan shot to his feet. "What the hell, Bianca?" She placed the empty glass neatly on the table. "Trust me," she said, her voice surprisingly calm, "the feeling is mutual." His jaw clenched. "I have someone too." She smiled, "Someone handsome" A pause."And well mannered..." She tilted her head. "Unlike youuu." Nobody dared interrupt. She picked up her handbag. "You know what disappoints me the most?"

Tiffany’s POV I stared at the marks on my neck in the mirror. They were two halves of a full moon. My heat finally let up and I excused myself to use the bathroom and shower. When I got out of the bathroom there was a dress laying on the bed for me with heels. I checked them and they were in my size. I got dressed and got out of the room and into the living room where Jeremy and Jesse were waiting on me. “You look beautiful.” Jesse told me with a smile.

She stated matter-of-factly. “What are we? Five?” I asked her, hearing her giggle on the other side. “It does tend to keep me young, so whatever works, I guess. Now, do tell me, who are we really talking about here?” Jules asked me, to which I groaned and leaned my back against the wall. “Adam freaking Miller.” I sighed. “Oh, shit. Wasn’t he the guy who…” “YES!” I groaned, lying my hand over my face to hide my own embarrassment for the outside world.

Sheila said pleadingly in a trembling voice, her palms clapping in front of her and her whole body quivering too. This was the first time she was coming directly in contact with Hamilton like this and had dreaded this moment after she heard the stories from the other slave after she was captured and brought here by some of Hamilton's men. “Get over here,” Hamilton commanded her, trying to control his desires, so that he would not end up killing her before he even made use of her. “Please don’t kill me,” Sheila quickly fell on her knees and continued to beg in a trembling tone, hot streams of tears falling down her cheeks, especially since she felt like this was going to be her last day being

I see JJ roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye. She lifts her eyes, and my breath is caught in my throat. She's even more beautiful than I thought. Her eyes are stunning, and her lips are full and plum. She seems nervous. A blush creeps up her cheeks before she extends her hand. “I’m Elizabeth. Elizabeth Miller.”

I leaned into the crook of her neck. "You are so goddamn beautiful, Aella," she smiled, placing her hand on mine. "Thank you, Mr Morris," I looked at her through the mirror. "You're getting this one, even if you don't wear it tomorrow," she smiled. "I can already see myself ripping this off you," she giggled. "Chris, sit back down. You're my entourage," I chuckled, smiling. ----

Heather replied. “I hope it goes well.” I replied, genuinely glad that my stomach no longer twisted into itself, each time she gave me updates on my unborn niece or nephew. Now, I could be wholeheartedly elated for my sister and her husband. “Me too,” Heather said, smiling wistfully, “My flower store is being worked on right now and Murphy has been my rock through everything. I truly struck gold with him, didn't I?” “You surely did,” I agreed. “By the way, your ring is very stunning. Don't mind anything I said the other night.” Heather said, her tone profuse as she stared at my left hand, “Wait, why aren't you wearing it today?”

I skimmed past commentary and praise, eyes trained for patterns, for echoes. Then I saw her. The image loaded slowly, line by line, until the resemblance hit with a dull, physical force. Hazel Miller. American model. New face. “Striking.” “Unsettling.” “Impossible to ignore.” I leaned closer to the screen. The same eyes. The same bones beneath the skin. Even the angle of her mouth—too knowing for someone her age. Impossible, I told myself. And yet I couldn’t look away.

When I went out to meet her I was expecting another sixty-something woman with chronic arthritis in several digits who wanted her calves and ankles massaged to help with her worsening varicose veins - it was pretty much the most popular issue I’d faced all week. What I met instead was a striking woman of some sort of mixed race. She was part black and wore her hair in long kinky braids threaded with white strands. She was tall and curvy, but clearly took avail of the Club fitness facilities as she wore her casual but trendy cream dress extremely well. “Mrs Killian,” I said when Jessica introduced me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “I have to tell you, Trevor. Eden didn’t oversell you at all,

However, the next day I couldn't be happy for Dad as I was for him last night. Arcane Miller came to talk to me for the first time. She has always been in my head. Her pale skin, those dark hair and the bangs which cover her forehead, her thin lips, everything about this girl is beautiful. Furthermore, she keeps me on edge. She is not like those girls who go around flaunting their bodies. Instead, she keeps everything hidden in those jeans and hoodie. Those baggy clothes make me even more curious about what she is hiding underneath them. Just from seeing her face, I can tell that she is gorgeous. Whatever she is hiding, it is worth hiding.