So Much To Lose Joel Miller Novels & Stories

“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!"

I can control my feelings in front of any person but not from him. “Remember that you can never lose anything without gaining something .” He comes closer to me. “You are treating me like an unknown. Why don’t you understand that I’m part of you.” He says. “Nobody is afraid of the unknown what you really fear is the loss of the known.” I say these lines of Anthony de Mello to make him understand that he is part of me. “Don’t do this please”, he whispers into my hair. “Please not now.” He squeezes me tighter and then kiss against my forehead. I look away.

He questions me with a frown. “I have no reason. I don’t want to be the one beating you when others have been training hard for years to reach this goal.” I whisper as I step closer to him. He holds his hand out and I gladly accept to shake his hand. I resume to walk back to the three amigos who are stood there waiting for me to return. “That was amazing, Jeeze Eliza, what the hell happened that you lost that Ring?” Miller almost shouts.

The only explanation was that JJ had vanished into thin air. Even if that is what has happened, no one can get over a loss so easily especially when there were no proven facts. Joel found it most difficult to comfort the two women when he was grieved himself. How could he have expected something like this to happen? To him, JJ was his son. Aside from their DNA, nothing showed that the latter wasn't his.

It was a PR stunt meant to whitewash the peace. When a yellowed photo appeared on the screen, my breath suddenly stopped—it was my mother, taken during a free clinic in the slums a month before she died. The host spoke in a sentimental tone: "The establishment of the Moretti Foundation stems from the dying wish of the late Mrs. Moretti. She dedicated her life to eliminating the trauma caused by violence..." Just then, I heard mean whispers coming from the booth behind me. "Dante, look. The Mafia are such good actors."

"Alice, please… please tell Mr. Winslow to stop. We can't hold out much longer." I stayed silent, and it only made him more frantic. "Alice, I'm begging you. Just this once. If you can convince Mr. Winslow to stop, everything we own will be yours. I'll make you my sole heir." A cold laugh escaped me. "I'm the daughter of an oil magnate now. Do you really think I need your scraps?" I hung up, feeling lighter than I had in years. At some point, I drifted to sleep. When I woke, the news was everywhere. Headlines blared across every major outlet—Evarra's leading conglomerate had gone bankrupt overnight. Debts of over a hundred billion, every asset seized.

He saw as her eyes moistened. The amount made her insides churn. How the hell did John lost $10000 and how is she going to pay all this money? Clearly, they won’t let him off the hook without paying. She was cursing John while Aslan was enjoying the show. She was such a little temptress. “So, how do you intend to pay, Mr. Moore?” She saw John struggling with his clammy hands. Aslan smirked, “Do what you want, man. You will lose tonight.” He thought to himself.

LOSSES AND DAMAGES Gringo did show up, as Túlio had heard, but he didn't look for him. The loss of Milla was still an open wound in his heart. Gringo had come to the hill house to suffer alone and in peace, but when he saw Túlio's car there, he gave up on entering and left. He didn't know who to blame and blamed everyone at the same time. He just didn't blame Ant, knowing she was the target and the man had made a mistake and killed Milla, his best friend and companion. He loved her. He felt a great affection for her and they were partners. They made love, went for walks together, understood each other, and Milla never demanded that he stop loving Ant too. She understood him.

" His so-called urgent business was buying moonberries for his childhood sweetheart's pup. Meanwhile, his Luna and pup were fighting for their lives, and he had the nerve to call that nonsense. After Grayson hung up, they led me to the operating table. Time blurred until I felt a sudden rush of warmth leaving my body. Just like that, the life I'd carried for seven months was gone. The pain in my abdomen burned, but the crushing weight in my chest was worse. I closed my eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the bloodied mass in the doctor's hands. It writhed, clinging to life briefly before going still. I lay on the hospital bed. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart, and my te

I won't let her ruin things for me. And I wouldn't let Javon ruin things for me either. I picked my things up when I saw Evan outside the door. Today was my first meeting with Mr Miller after our official introduction. He hadn't given me the specifications of his case but all he said was that a life depended on it. And that if he won, a life would be saved and if he lost, a life would be lost. For some reason, I told him I'd think about it but he'd taken that as a yes and I couldn't say no now.