Joel Miller Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was only one hour left before my surgery would start, yet all I could do was sit on the hospital bed and stare at a thick stack of payment bills in silent distress. My phone vibrated beside me. It was a photo sent by Eleanor Brook's childhood sweetheart, Joseph Miller. In the photo, Eleanor sat in an airport chair, wearing a newly purchased haute couture dress. Joseph tilted his head toward her. His gaze was full of unmistakable affection. Joseph sent a message. "Victor, don't be angry. Eleanor just wanted to take me to see the aurora. Please don't argue with her because of me. It's not worth it."

“Every moment I wait, Kerric digs deeper. She’s starting to believe his lies.” “Or perhaps she prefers his lies,” the Watcher said, their words as sharp as any blade. “Perhaps she’s found comfort in the cage you despise.” Joel’s growl rumbled low, vibrating through his chest. “I know her. This isn’t happiness—it’s survival. And I won’t let him rewrite her. I won’t let him erase me.” “And if she chooses him?” “Then I’ll burn the cage to the ground,” Joel said without hesitation, his voice edged with steel.

"He... he was delusional. He thought I was in love with him. He made me do things." "What kind of things, Dr. Vane?" Miller asked. His eyes were calculating. He didn't fully buy the helpless victim act. Not after the report from the desert. Julian looked down at the table. He thought about Aiden’s hands on his throat. The way Aiden had held him down while he fed him. The way Aiden’s cock felt inside him. A flush rose to Julian’s cheeks, genuine this time. He remembered the shower in the motel. The blood washing away. The desperate, life-affirming sex. His cock twitched in the rough fabric of the jumpsuit.

She sat hugging her knees and buried her face between her folded hands. "Is this Director Abraham's doing? Was she the one who forced you and turned you into a wolf?" Jonea's voice sounded shaky. Miller shook his head and hugged Jonea tightly. "No, Jonea. You misunderstood. Please calm yourself down. Give me a chance to explain." Hearing Miller's words, Jonea immediately pushed her brother hard. Jonea was too surprised and shivered violently. She barely even recognized her own brother. Jonea wants to know what happened to Miller while at school.

But Joel had someone to keep him busy in the evenings and he knew that he was growing very fond of Mirabel and was greatly attracted to her but he was not sure what her feelings were. One night, Mirabel screamed and started thrashing her bed. Joel heard this in his sleep and stood up thinking that she was being attacked. He rushed into her room after a hesitant knock and found her thrashing her bed. 'No, you can't. You can't do this to me. We are family'. she kept saying. Then, 'If you come any closer, I shall stab you with this knife'. This last sentence was made as Joel advanced towards her a d was about to shake her awake.

Joanna raised her chin and said firmly, "I'm not scared of anything because Win said he would marry me! However, when it comes to people dreaming about what doesn't belong to them, I think I have the right to remind her that Win is mine!" Millie looked at her disdainfully and smirked. Joanna opened and closed her mouth. She was fuming. What did that smile mean? "Millie, don't force me to take action against you!" Her expression turned cold, and she left. Take action? Millie looked forward to it. "I'm telling you, Selma's birthday is coming up. I've found the Snowdrop! This time, I'll make the Greer family accept me!" Millie stopped walking. She turned and looked back at Joanna. She narrowed

I guess my approach was intrusive. Oh! Someone seems to be making sense finally. Nima thought and just stared at the screen now. Joel: *I don't care what your audience thinks and don't plan to cause trouble for you. I want to have an affair with you.* Seriously?? Nima saw that he's typing again. Joel: *Maybe I sound like some creep, but believe me, I'm not. I was attracted to you at first glance, and it prompted me to check out your channel out of curiosity.

They would fill in Connie and Shy for me. I picked my coffee cup up and took a sip as a soft knock came at the door. I called out for whoever to enter and waited. The door opened and Miller walked inside. He closed the door quietly and walked over to the front of the desk and sat down in a chair. “ Morning my King. I knew you would be making plans early. I couldn’t sleep so I decided to join you and help if I could.” Miller said with a smile. I looked into the face of the young man who was my baby sister’s real fated mate. I actually liked this guy and was so glad that ShyElle won’t be cheated for much longer. I would kill this imposter mate of hers.

However, I can't just sit still when everything around me is just mystery. “Why does Mrs.Miller hate me so much?” There's an edge of sadness in my voice. It seems to affect Elliot's mood as well. His face softens. “She doesn't hate you.” He confirms, “She hates Amber Lovelace, not Williow Rae Johnson.” He adds to his sentence, as if it makes me feel less bad. “Alright. Let me rephrase my question then.” I turn around to face him better, “Why does she hate Amber so much? Why is her hatred so profound that she even hates my Milo?”

you get the picture. Now here was uncle, threatening me that i would have to work with him, playful Nel, if I didn't get Millers back! I guess it's back to Millers' home once again! Damn it! ^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_ Hola!! So we reached 500 reads, thanks for the support, the votes and the comments:^):-) Please don't forget to leave a smile on my face by leaving a vote🌟🌟