Lou Miller Novels & Stories

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

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

Rino ─𖤝─ The glass in my hand was heavy, the bourbon inside the color of a bad sunset. I sat in the dark of my study in Chicago. There was a man kneeling on the Persian rug in front of my desk. His name was Miller. He’d been skimming off the docks for six months, thinking I was too distracted to notice a few missing crates of high-end tech. He was wrong. I’m never too distracted to notice a thief. "Don Rino, please," Miller choked out, his voice thick with snot and fear, "I have kids. I was just... the medical bills, they were stacking up—"

Initially, Miller rejected food until he began to starve and he took cognizance of the fact that he needed to stay alive if he wants to set his eyes on his daughter ever again. He suddenly heard a door slam shut, accompanied by a loud and echoing "Long Live The King" coming from Rogers. Then a sinister kind of laughter followed. And with this, he was dead sure it couldn't be anyone else but Rico. Immediately, Miller struggled to his feat in a fiery temper. His eyes looked red as if waiting to pounce on Rico. Even though it was obvious that Rico would overpower him, Miller was past caring. At this point, he was so exasperated that he would have

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

“Coach, you’re not on the witness list.” “Then consider this off the record,” Miller said, his voice low but steady. “I’ve been in this game longer than most of you have been alive. I’ve seen thieves. I’ve seen cowards. And I’ve seen people like Olivia Carter, people who give everything to something that gives them nothing back.” The room fell dead silent.

"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.

Husband, it sounds weird. "You haven't introduced yourself yet." She diverted the topic. "Oh yes." He straightened his back, "I am Lucas Wills, from the chemical engineering department. Also a captain on the football team." He told her. "Wow. You are great." She gave him a thumbs up. "I am Hannah Park from IT." "I know already." He looked away. "What? How do you know me? As far as I remember today's the first time we are seeing each other." Hannah was curious.