Nick Miller Book Novels & Stories

They had to hunt the nodes, inside the city, now. Jack Miller stood before the massive, glowing red map of his city. He looked at the tactical readouts. He looked at the faces of his team—scared, but resolute. His gaze flicked to the small terminal where the photo of Richard still waited. He reached over and, with a single, decisive keystroke, closed the file. The image of his mentor vanished. He turned to his team. His voice was calm, clear, and absolute, the voice of an Alpha who had just seen the entire board.

“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!"

And the man inside had no intention of leaving. Not yet. --- Across town, Kieran sat in the dimly lit back room of a restaurant, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at the stacks of papers on the table in front of him. The case involving Neera Miller had piqued his interest—not in the way most people were intrigued by her work, but because of what he saw in her. There was fire in her eyes, something dangerous. Something that made her...unpredictable.

Nicky muttered quickly, his voice higher than usual as he tried to cover up the slip. "He's arrogant, loud, and he follows Knox around like a loyal guard dog. But he's not a terrorist, Everett. He has this... this stupid, stubborn sense of honor and morality." "He wouldn't plant a bomb in an Omega wing, And I don't think he would be friends with Knox if Knox truly orchestrated all these." I stared at my best friend, noticing the calm, tender way his voice softened whenever he mentioned Miller's name. Despite his broken arm, despite the danger we were in, Nicky sounded like he was... protecting Miller.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

With a shaking voice, he blurted, “You can’t kill me. I know what I've done, but I’m willing to change. You can keep me as your rat against the Russians.” I kept my calm, despite the revelation. From the look on Nico’s face, the word Russians had mistakenly slipped out of his lips. At least now I knew he was working with the Russian Mafia, popularly known as the Bratva, and smuggling women and children. This was all part of that big fucking chain that had started twenty-four years ago. If I was right, I knew who Nico and the other rats had been working for. “A traitor’s always a fucking traitor, Nico. You would’ve said the same thing to that damned bratkis if this situation were to be revers

I looked to see my mate staring at the tattered book like it was about to eat him alive. “Could this be relevant?” Micelle asked and I looked up to see her nervously glancing between the two of us. “I wasn’t really too sure what to be on the lookout for, Beta Roman was rather vague, I probably wouldn’t have even considered it had it not been…” She trailed off and I nodded, knowing exactly what she was thinking, had it not been for people talking about how much of a freak I was. “It could be relevant yes, thank you Michelle.” I uttered as Tristan sat frozen still staring at the book.

Cold and menacing. Then, at last he turned to Mila, not looking at me once and said, “I guess, I have you to thank for my dead father, little sister.” Little sister? I looked at Mila, who stared at him and then after a moment as if remembering something her eyes widened and a gasp left her lips. __ JEREMIAH's book is out!!! Now Released: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A DARK MMF MAFIA ROMANCE Check out my new books CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and His Broken Princess.

This led to a tall, blond, good-looking man with an enigmatic smile approaching me. "Studying for finals?" he asked after seeing my book, and I nodded. "You should use Alcalá's book; it's perfect for mode structures, and it gives you a much clearer explanation of the paradigms of multiple phonemes." I furrowed my brow. "Are you a literature professor?" I asked him directly. "I'm a research professor at the University of Nevada," he said and introduced himself before sitting at my table, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by my bodyguards. "Henry Miller."

Chapter One Hundred and Nine: The Witness Miller’s apartment was too quiet, too clean. It felt like a museum, not a home. Ian sat on the stiff leather sofa, his whole body numb with shock and exhaustion. “Drink this,” Miller said, his voice softer than usual. He pressed a heavy glass of amber whiskey into Ian’s hands. “You need to unwind, you’ve been through hell.” Ian’s fingers were cold. He wrapped them around the glass, the burn of the first sip barely registering in his hollow chest.