Nick Miller Book Novels & Stories

The Miller Group building was quiet that evening. Most of the employees had already gone home, but the lights in William Miller’s office were still on. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy. William sat behind his desk, staring at the photo Annie had left behind. Two small children. A boy and a girl. Twins. His gaze kept returning to the boy’s face. Nathan. The child’s eyes were sharp and calm, just like his own. William leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers pressing against his temple.

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

People moved around them, their faces aglow with purpose and connection. Nathan observed a young man seated at a nearby bench, engrossed in a book. The title was discernible from where he stood - "Mastering Mental Resilience." Nathan exchanged a knowing smile with Miranda. They had distributed copies of the book during their event. It was a compilation of stories, experiences, and practical advice on mental wellness, created by individuals from their community center.

Mr Miller kept panting outside his Banana Penthouse. He had a big cigar in his mouth and a stern expression on his face as he had a lot of things on his mind. Some of the Mamba soldiers had attempted to calm him but he chased them off with a single glance, even Darkie. He sat on a chair near the car garage but soon stood up again almost immediately. “This better not be!“ he groaned, blowing hard at the cigar. Darkie suddenly showed up. He looked unbelievably calm, like he believed the earth was flat and nothing would happen as long as he doesn't fall of the edge.

The breakout started with a sneeze. Down the hallway, a guard named Miller reached up to rub his nose. Miller was twenty-four, a former soldier who had taken the Council’s paycheck because it was better than the meager pension the government offered. But Miller had a gambling debt that the Council didn't know about, a debt that Silas had quietly bought from a bookie in the city weeks ago. Miller looked at the camera at the end of the hall. He knew the blind spot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, specialized device, it was a signal jammer no bigger than a coin. He pressed it against the magnetic lock of the main cell block door.

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—"

He needs proof. A man named Miller enters the room. Miller is a forensic accountant who spent ten years at the Treasury. He places a tablet on the desk. He explains that they have been watching the dormant accounts linked to Sienna’s old projects. There is no major movement yet. Sienna is too smart to move a million dollars at once.

I say, " Yh Mr. Miller put so much effort in all his clubs"she says " Who is Mr. Miller?" " You don't know him. Mr. Nickolas Miller is the most eligible bachelors in the USA. He owns this club and some many other businesses. He is the only son of the Elite Millers" she rants "Where is he. Will he here today?" I asked. "Nope. He is on a vacation with his family and wife" she says

Not even for the Miller family. ♦♦♦ Want to read more about the Miller family? Follow along story number two, as we follow the next brother, Koda, in book 2 of the Miller Family series 'A recipe for disaster' love V.