Romans & histoires Lou Miller

"If you're too shaken up, I know I would be." "No way." I shake my head and smile widely at her, hoping it looks natural. "This has been the most exciting week of my life so far. I've seen the Dartmoor beast, been almost kidnapped and now it seems like I've got my own personal stalker that Gale is encouraging." "He's not a stalker." Gale rolls her eyes and sits down in the empty chair opposite us. "I'm not usually one to label people, but I'm with Leila, the guy is weirdly intense with her." Gale shakes her head at Ollie and they start to argue until Damien literally steps between them.

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

He asks, shock evident in his voice. I let out a deep breath. “Simon just know that I do. Don’t ever question me again. Anyways, you can remorse about Miller leaving after you send me the picture and description. Remember two minutes.” I say ending the call. Within two minutes I have Miller’s picture with me. According to Simon he’s a 5ft 6 inch Caucasian male in his late twenties who weighs about 205 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He has a tattoo of a bird on the inside of his right middle finger and his full name is Joshua Miller.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

She was taken by surprise as Annis embraced her warmly, pulling back she held Annie by the shoulders. “I am so pleased to meet you, please call me Annis.” she said sincerely, her radiant smile making Annie smile too. “Come, come and meet Murray.” she said as she ushered them inside. Hugh slipped his arm around Annie’s shoulders, dropping a kiss on the top of her head as they followed Annis along a hallway and into a comfortable spacious lounge. A man seated on the sofa looked up from the book he was reading as they entered the room. A smile broke out on his face as he put the book aside and stood up. He truly was the largest man Annie had ever seen. He must have been in his seventies by Anni

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

— the man smiled when he heard her. —Eat breakfast, honey, today is a great day, I like when many new investors arrive at the company, especially when they are like Santiago O'Brien — Luciana had heard of that man, but she simply did not know him in person and it was not like she she put it to the people around her. —He is a man of integrity, loyal, as well as a great worker and an excellent father. —I don't think he's as excellent a father as you. Are you sure you want to return to the company? I can take care of everything, you know. —Ronald took his daughter's hand.

The first one was Vincent, his younger brother while the second one was Miller, Gerald’s brother-in-law. Lusiana of course promoted her husband. She could show everyone the good points that Miller possessed. Not only he was actually good at administration and leadership, but he got a big brain with him. It was approved whenever there wee difficult tasks, Miller always came up with brilliant and sometimes unusual ideas that could raise up the probabilities of the mission success. In addition, Miller was also good in martial arts and he has trained lots of henchmen under his training. He was both powerful and smart.

“Stand down, we're not alone, stay inside until I give the all clear.” “Boss.” I looked around and scanned the surroundings. “So you're alive I thought the Russian prick was lying. I can see clearly he wasn't.” A male six feet tall came walking towards us alone; he was either brave or stupid. “Let me introduce myself. Orian Miller. Better known as O.” I cranked my gun. “You made us lose our women.” “You did that all by yourself, Green. You should've been aware that it was a set up, but you were to dumb and drunk to realise that you'd been played. NowI'm here to get what belongs to me.”

Not to mention I still had to deal with Fed, who was orchestrating everything behind the scenes. I jumped out of bed and turned on my computer. I typed Christian's name in the search bar. Not much information came up, showing that he was very protective of his personal information. However, I did get one lead; Christian Miller at an honorary lecture at Harvard Business School. I clicked on the link and couldn't help but laugh; the iconic Christian Miller. He was dressed in a gray-blue designer suit, a crisp white shirt-obviously both masterfully tailored-and more dazzling than his diamond-studded Audemars Piguet watch were his platinum cufflinks. I could see why Aaron preferred his eldest so