Novel & Cerita Nick Miller Book

The university hallway felt three miles long when you were trying to be invisible. Milo clutched his bag to his chest, the heavy canvas acting as a shield against the eyes he felt boring into him. He could hear them before he saw them. Miller and his group of friends—guys who spent more time in the gym than the library and seemed to have a personal vendetta against anything they couldn't understand.

A week after waking in Niko’s safehouse, I sat at the small table with a cup of too‑strong coffee and a cheap notebook, trying to make sense of numbers that wouldn’t stop shifting. “Stop glaring at the page like it owes you money,” Mila said, dropping into the chair opposite me with a sigh. “It’s paper. You don’t have to dominate it.” “I’m trying to remember how to do math without my brain screaming,” I said. “Doctor’s note,” she replied. “No integrals until your EEG stops looking like a drunk seismograph.” I snorted. “Fine,” I said. “Just give me the headlines.” She sobered.

I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland. I’m awoken by Millie lying next to me. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand and sit up against the gray cloth headboard. “Hey babe, how was the first meeting?” I ask through a yawn. “The meeting? Was good…the fact that Nick was there too? Bad…” she says and now I’m fully awake. “Juicy. Do tell,” I demanded enthusiastically. “Only you would gain pleasure from my misfortunes,” Millie says with an eye roll.

"Without proper documentation or a valid reason?" Miller, still trying to keep his identity a secret, hesitated. "I... I don't have any documents," he admitted reluctantly. "I'm just trying to find my way to the next town." The leader of the guards narrowed his eyes, sensing there was more to the story. "And what's your name?" Miller considered his options. Revealing his true identity as the escapee from Omaha was risky, but it seemed that his past had already caught up with him. He chose to divulge just enough information to appear cooperative. "My name is Miller," he replied, his voice tinged with caution.

There's two Millers? When Finn straightened, something in his face had already snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?” Miller didn't seem surprised to see Finn in North River. If you have a lunatic and a derailed maniac for a brother, nothing is new. "I'm gonna kill you!” Miller grabbed him by the collar, his jaw was tight, controlled, though his hand had curled into fists at his sides. "Why?" Finn's laugh was jagged, humorless and unfazed. "If I can't have her alone we better share her. You know… Her lips is the tastiest lips I've kissed in a while—”

“The big hockey captain is finally back from his first date with the campus queen. How was it, Cap? Did you guys hold hands?” I couldn't speak, I just stood there against the door, my hands shoved deep into my hoodie pockets so he wouldn't see the insane shaking. My mind was replaying the feeling of Noah’s mouth on me, the way I had tangled my fingers in his blonde hair, and the way I had shamelessly moaned like a slut. I felt dirty, terrified, and somehow still horn— “Hey, I'm talking to you,” Miller finally paused his game, pinning his chair around with a teasing smirk on his face. “Did she break your brain or what?”

Time seemed suspended inside. Miller circled the table once before finally pulling out the metal chair opposite Hart and sitting down. He didn’t speak right away, only watched him. Hart sat still, staring down at the table like it might open up and swallow him. His breathing had slowed, but his jaw remained tight. The street-tough bravado had begun to crack beneath the weight of the inevitable. “You’ve been running a long time, Hart,” Miller finally said, his voice low and steady. “But that run’s over.”

When he says he will take care of everything, he will. After Neal left, I decide to get immersed in the new billionaire romance I have just started yesterday. I love reading and for some months now, I have not been able to read too many books. After an hour, I went to have some snacks. This is when I receive a call from Neal. “Do you know who’s behind spreading these rumours?” “Have you found anything?” “The Millers.” Neal's tone is harsh, cutting through any sense of reassurance. His words are blunt and tinged with frustration, making it clear that the situation is serious and perhaps more complicated than I realized.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers Anyway, follow whichever order you want, this is just a suggestion. Siya Rains As I wrapped up my class, I realized how distracted I was throughout it. I started teaching psychology at this well-known university three years ago. I was twenty-five years old when I had my first batch of students and I know

Why should I give you hundreds of thousands anyway? I fought back a sob before forcing out the truth. "Cameron, when that accident happened, I got into a car crash looking for you. I even lost our baby." Cameron kicked me hard in the chest. It was the first time I'd ever seen him so violent. "You're still going to lie? "The moment that accident happened, you jumped straight into Julius Myer's bed. You were just terrified of losing a sugar daddy. A vicious woman like you deserves to end up like this."