Nick Miller Book Novels & Stories

"Yes, Sir, I am. But aren't you supposed to give me a fifty-page contract telling me what I can and can't do and tell me how many hours sleep I'm supposed to have? And what about safe words? she added. Out of the corner of his eye, Gabriel noticed Nick quietly put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making a noise as he turned away and curled up in silent laughter. Bastard! Gabriel thought as he closed his eyes and made himself think of Gary Cowan so that he could keep his face straight. "Oh Amelia, you had better bring me your Kindle first thing in the morning young lady." Millie blushed scarlet. "It seems to me that you have been reading far too many naughty books for your own goo

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

Jonea also brought a canvas bag filled with books for Miller. Knock. Knock. Knock. After knocking on the treatment room door, Jonea opened it slowly. She saw Miller sitting pensively on the bed, staring out the window. Jonea approached slowly so as not to startle Miller. Miller didn't respond at all to the appearance of anyone near her. Jonea put the books on the table. She also took out a few boxes of strawberry milk and placed them beside the book. Jonea knew Miller really liked strawberry milk.

"Then kill him. If he's being annoyingnly persistent, then end his miserable life. We don't need him anymore so kill him and kill everyone close to him..." "Yes boss!" "And as for Althea Grace Miller...." He paused and stood up. He walked to and fro briefly, stopped and drank from his glass of wine then puffed a large smoke from his cigarettes. "She's just a pawn in my little game. You know when stories takes the usual plot line... The female lead ends up with the make lead, it's going to be different now.This is when the female lead ends up with the villain of the story.... " He lets out an hysterical laughter.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

But when they landed on me, something paused. He sat at the bar. His drink was a single malt. He didn't flirt, didn’t leer, and didn’t ask for anything inappropriate. He just talked about books, about travel, about the unfairness of how beauty and suffering often existed in the same story. Rodrigo was gentle, sharp-witted, and respectful. I told him about my family, he listened without trying to fix anything. When I told him I had to return home because of my father, he booked my ticket without blinking and said it was a gift, not a debt. He never touched me without asking, neither did he make me feel owned. The flashback blurred, fading as I sat back against the mattress. The lights in the

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

One call will begin the unraveling of everything they hold dear. But first, I need to find Miller. My old partner in crime. My former lover. My greatest betrayer. He thinks hiding from me will save him. He's about to learn how very wrong he is. The game begins now. (NOTE: THE BABY ARIA WAS PREGNANT WITH IN THE END OF BOOK 1 WON’T BE ADDED IN BOOK 2. IT JUST FOCUS MORE ON JESSICA REVENGE) THANKS CHAPTER 1: BLOOD AND BETRAYAL

The North Star wasn't a god to the fans anymore because he had turned into a whistle-blower, but I knew that a whistle-blower is only dangerous if he actually has something to point his finger at. "Are you really going to do it, sir?" Miller asked, and his voice was shaking as the heat in the room began to rise. "That's history in your hand." "History is written by the people who survive the fire, Miller," I replied, and a cold smile touched my lips as I looked at the silver casing. "And I have always been a very good survivor."

“Mr. Miller, thank you for meeting with me.” “Robert, please,” he said with an easy smile. “We’re not strangers, after all.” I frowned slightly. Not strangers? I had never met Robert Miller in person before—at least, not that I could remember. Before I could ask what he meant, he gestured to the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.” I sat down, crossing my legs as I placed my hands on my lap, trying to mask my nervousness. “I appreciate you considering this partnership,” I began. “I truly believe Nexus and Miller Tech can create something groundbreaking together.”