Lou Miller Novels & Stories

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

he said and gulped down his whole glass of whisky. He is Aiden Miller. The Chairman and CEO of Miller Industries. He built this company on his own after working hard for ten years and made it in the top twenty Pharma companies in the world. He planned out his revenge for ten years, he started from the streets, worked hard, and reached here, and now only the demise of Henry Jones will satisfy him.

Honestly, he never gets the right answer from his friends. Im_trojan: So brilliant, Lennox! Damn, I'm impressed, bro! Throw Miller to Canna! Just_logan: Come here, Miller, Canna is hungry! Watson_lennox: Maybe Mr. Miller doesn't take a shower, that's why he doesn't change clothes! Smith_landon: He's crazy, bro!

The assistant smiled and answered truthfully, "He is completely inseparable from Adams Harrah. In order to help Adams Harrah regain his property, Matthew Miller used almost all his family money to help Adams Harrah." Alex Brown lifted the corner of his lips, the sarcasm in his eyes was not concealed, "Does he really think Adams Harrah is a capable person?" The assistant's eyes were full of admiration as he looked at his own president, he had followed the president's side for so many years and naturally knew how powerful the president's methods were. Matthew Miller can cooperate with Adams Harrah, but the president set up a trap, in order to let Matthew Miller into the trap!

His answer satisfied the two little ones. Charles took out a children's phone and opened his homemade search app and asked, "Hunter?" Hunter responded, "Hunter Miller!" Charles typed the name exactly as Hunter had said, into the search bar. Quickly, all the information about Hunter Miller appeared on the screen. Hunter Miller, at the age of twenty-eight, is the Executive Chairman and CEO of the Miller Group Technology in the country of M. His father is the incumbent President of the Miller Group Technology, and his mother is a princess from the royal family of M.

I turned to find Louis standing there, smiling down at me with twinkling eyes and a playful curl of her lips. “Hey! What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised. She shrugged casually. “Just wanted to applaud you for being so strong. You still haven’t told me who your trainer was.” I hesitated, quickly fabricating a lie. I didn’t know her well enough to trust her, even if she seemed nice enough. “I was trained by the late Alpha of the Oakwood pack.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, really? That’s impressive.” Her expression softened into one of sympathy as she gently pressed my shoulder. “I heard about his passing and how he was murdered. That must have been so hard for all of you.”

“Because you didn’t want to face the consequences of your own action?!” "You don't understand the stakes!" Miller shouted, his pride flaring up. "You think because you’re friends with Oakley and you have your small-time security firm, that you’re untouchable?" He growled menacingly. “I could crush you without breaking a sweat, Lotto! I still have the military behind me! And Oakley? Has he forgotten that he has dealings with the Department of Defense? I could plant illegal weapons or treasonous documents in his containers at the flick of my fingers. If anyone hears a word of this, I will destroy you all!"

he asked, voice clipped and sharp. Lorraine offered an explanation in a gentle tone. "This is Mrs. Celine Miller, my godmother. Mr. Xavier Miller asked us to greet you since he's currently entertaining important guests." The excuse eased Lyman's irritation. After all, mingling with distinguished visitors was understandable. Lyman reined in his displeasure and turned to Celine with a smile. "Mrs. Miller, I'm Lorraine's piano mentor. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said smoothly, though his expression remained distant and his respect for women ran shallow

Their attitude only helps solidify my resolve. A few minutes before six, we head into another room I haven’t seen before. It has tables in rows and a state-of-the-art audio video system in the front of the room. Kelson Miller sits down beside me. He’s the second-string quarterback and will be my ball handler. In all the videos I’ve seen of him he never looks happy. I guess coming in second place to someone younger must irk him. He doesn’t bother to greet me, so I keep my mouth shut.

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn