Station 19 Dean Miller Novels & Stories

she muttered. I smirked faintly. “You say that like it’s dangerous.” “With you? It probably is.” I picked up the plastic fork slowly, moving food around my tray without actually eating. Then my eyes shifted toward the correctional officer near the exit. Officer Dean. Mid-forties. Crooked morals. Weak spine. Very useful. Miriam noticed where I was looking. “That’s the one?” I nodded once. “Uhmm..” “He’s desperate,” I cut her off. “Which is even better.”

I couldn't even begin to fathom the storm brewing in Hartford. "Declan," Coach Miller said, his voice cutting through the locker room chatter. He was standing in the doorway of his office, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look angry; he looked like a man who had seen a train wreck coming and was disappointed he couldn't stop it. "Press is waiting. You need a minute?" "I’m good, Coach," I said, standing up. My body ached, but the bond was providing a strange, secondary source of energy. It was a cold, sharp focus that cut through the physical pain.

He replied, pausing slightly like he wanted to say more but gave up. “Why? Continue, I would like to hear more. Why do you think this is no accident? ” I asked him after seeing that he wasn't going to say anything on his own. “Yes boss ” Don replied “ Miss Miller after leaving the house that morning made a stop at Shane's school before going to to the office which was her second stop, then the factory, her last ” I watched him fascinated and confused. Where is he going with all of this? Why is he wasting my time telling me what everyone knows?

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

It was a word I hadn't dared to use in three years. "And Dax?" I asked, nodding toward the ambulance. "Mr. Steele is a different story," Miller said, glancing at the line of Harleys. "But since he provided the testimony that dismantled the National Death Dealers' eastern operations, we're willing to discuss a deferred prosecution agreement. As long as the Iron Wolves stay on the right side of the law, we stay out of Coldwater." Miller tipped his cap and moved toward the evidence vans. I stood up, the blanket sliding from my shoulders as I walked toward Dax. He saw me coming and waved off the paramedic who was trying to check his vitals. He reached out with his good hand, his fingers catching

“Oh father, there's no need to worry your brain, when the time comes you'll understand why I had to do this.” Camilla Vincento After paying the cab driver, Camilla got down from the car and gazed at the building infront of her. Country A’s Police Station.. She walked into the building and up to the front desk of the constable. “Good afternoon sir, I'd like to know what cell Diane Dean is being held in.” The constable gazed at Camila with furrowed brows. “And you are?”

I took a drag, coughed a bit, and leaned back in the booth. *** Nico’s Point of View Dean Miller’s office smelled of lemon polish. I had become familiar with this scent, my father’s study, the back rooms of social clubs, and the quiet spaces in funeral homes all carried this odor. I sat in the high-backed leather chair that was usually for donors and board members. I simply watched Dean Miller as she tried to pour a glass of water from a crystal pitcher. The glass clinked against the rim betraying the shake in her hands.

Beam Miller. "I can't be in trouble with Mr. Daniel Grey. I didn't know he was the sugar daddy of Dr. Miller. Good thing I knew earlier, I was able to retract my foolish decision" the HR director's thoughts while he walked back to his office after he made amends with Beam. ****🙄🙄****

“No, don’t turn around.” “What do you think this is? A spy movie?” Miller said, ignoring Alex and twisting around on his seat. He squinted at the figure under the tree. The stranger was now carefully wiping his hands with a handful of the tiny white napkins that were standard issue at roadside shacks and diners across America. “That rich-looking guy?” “Yes,” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “Why don’t you just announce it to everybody?” Miller turned back and shoved the rest of the first hot dog in his mouth. “Probably from Chicago,” he said, talking through a mouthful of chili.

Layla avoided eye contact, stammering, "W-what do you mean?" Haley continued, "Dean is 28, a trusted assistant to Shane. He's pretty busy with work, but his relationship history is completely clean. He even owns a place in downtown Jasper City. So, what do you think? Satisfied with these conditions?"