Miller-stewart Novels & Stories

IT'S ALL ABOUT FORGIVENESS PT 2 BUTTERFLY LODGE, 9AM. Andrew looked at Stacey as he wondered if she had actually heard what he had said. "It's nothing, don't mind what he said. Are you ready, let's go," Robin said as she tried to stop Stacey from asking more questions. "I heard you say Miller has liked me since the first time we were introduced," Stacey pressed on. She just wanted to know if that was what she actually heard, because she had liked Miller since a long time and wanted to know if she was the only one with those feelings. He had always seemed unreachable because he was the governor's son and she was only the daughter of a maid.

He turned to face the elderly woman after a sigh and bowed his head once more. “ Forgive me for the late introduction. My name is Stefan Miller, current head captain of Seattle’s police department.” Eleanor barely stopped the gasp that came up her throat. Stefan Miller? The same Stefan Miller who once used to be James toy boy when he had still been in the ranks of captain? She thought and took a step back. Impossible! No one could so quickly rise the ranks that way.

He pointed at me, "The soon-to-be president of Styles Company, Dave Mendez." His eyes widened in disbelief and he turned to Lena who nodded at him in confirmation of Nixon's words. He stood from his seat and came to stand in front of me. "It's so nice to finally meet you, sir. I'm Austin Miller, I work as a model. I've heard a lot about your company and it has been one of my biggest dreams to work with you." "That's nice." I checked the time on my watch. "I would love to stay and talk to you but I have to leave now. My driver is also running late and I'm getting late for my appointment."

Mr Miller said, coughing slightly before continuing. "Mump is what you meant to say right," Xander muttered bitterly more to himself than to his father but forgets his father had sharp ears. "Ya dummy, shit, I'm getting too old for all this crap pile of shit," Mr. Miller said, heading to the window to take a deep breath. "You are going to get engaged to Araceli Garcia, we are going to make a joint wealth scheme, and become the most powerful family in the business world, the Azariahs wouldn't even come close." Mr. Miller said, while staring into the vast field of flowers smiling to himself.

Soon, he saw James open the door and walked to him with a blue folder. “Mr Miller, our men had gathered some information about yesterday,” “Go on…..” “We found Ms Stewart had talked with the waiter and they we’re in the toilet together. We went after the waiter and she admitted it, Ms Stewart paid her 5,000 dollars and asked her to put a drug on your orange juice. She didn’t know what drug it was, but we traced the previous day CCTV and found Ms Stewart went to the pharmacy to get drugs and vitamins and after we checked, it was confirmed she purchased the drug. We got all the evidence here,” James gave the blue folder to Luke

I was still wearing my black presentation blazer from the showcase, the hem of the fabric stiff with dried rainwater and faint streaks of gold alcohol pigment from my second model’s display. I walked down the quiet, carpeted corridor of the private wing, my footsteps completely silent. Miller was sitting in a low-backed vinyl chair outside Room 714, his ruggedized laptop resting on his knees, his face illuminated by the steady, green glow of an analytical spreadsheet. He didn't look like a man who had just participated in the dismantling of a multi-billion-dollar corporate extortion ring; he looked like a senior accountant working an early shift. As I approached, he closed the laptop with a

As they moved, the lights of three black SUVs turned on, blinding them. The vehicles shifted forward in a synchronized, militaristic formation, blocking the massive iron exit gates entirely. The tires roared against the smooth concrete, the sound echoing off the low ceiling like thunder. Standing directly in front of the lead vehicle, his hands folded neatly over the silver handle of his umbrella, was Representative Miller. He looked entirely undisturbed by the chaos, his tailored suit flawless, acting as the perfect extension of the Sterling family's corporate will.

Alpha Wyatt, an eavesdropper, who knew? “When you say things in that deep sexy voice of yours, how could I decline?” I smiled, I didn’t care who was around, maybe the heat is still lingering because sure enough, I feel the heat between my thighs, throbbing, aching, needing his touch and I want to jump his bones all over again. “Who’s the minx now?!” Mia perked up, she loved being around Cobalt. “You are Mia, I won’t act on it right now, I can suppress my urges, can you?” I smile, everyone watching me, knowing I was talking to my wolf.

Mr Miller nodded, his eyes darting to the three guys who immediately turned to look in other directions when he caught their gaze. “What do you say we do about Nora?“ asked Mr Miller. “I think I told you that she's Alvin's new “girlfriend.“ Darkie couldn't help but laugh at the way Mr Miller said his last word. “I really don't think she has confirmed who you are yet; lest she'd have run far away by now.“ “Didn't you say she was Gomez Waxson's favourite daughter? How then are you so sure that she doesn't know who I really am if she had stayed so much around her father?“

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!