Novel & Cerita Station 19 Dean Miller

" ***** Never did I ever think to enter a public place side-by-side with the City Commissioner of Police. A couple of uniforms standing guard by the door salute as we enter the ward. He jerks a thumb at one of them, discreetly he thinks, nodding the guard to me. "We've kept Mr Miller in isolation for the meantime," says Stanton. "Pending hearing what he had to say?" "That and assessing whether there's likely to be any other attack on him." "Fair enough. Let's find out what it was he was going to tell me." Mickey, as you would expect, is in bed. Superficially, he looks fine, but plastic tubing descends from a transparent bag, half-filled with liquid and close by, a monitor beeps a regular sig

“Chairman Miller, Plath Corporation has temporarily cut off all international sales channels and restock channels belonging to Dawn Corporation.” The assistant turned her head around to cast a glance at Jasper. The car was parked at the entrance of the Miller family’s mansion. “I heard from the butler that Mr. Miller is very angry. You…” ‘Should start planning on how you’re going to save your own skin.’ Jasper’s mind was filled with Summer, and he was slightly absent-minded. Bang!

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

“To say the least, I know that you are being my voice of reason. And that is something that I find myself growing more and more attracted to…” ****************************** “Fuck,” I whimpered as Dean hit my G-spot. His arms rested either side of my head as he held himself up. And he smirked, knowing that he managed to find it. He leaned in and kissed my neck before his thrusts grew harder as he kept hitting the same spot.

Should I sleep, or should I walk out of the castle? Just sitting there, I heard the sound of the gate opening, and I quickly walked out, only to see a car driving in. As I looked, I noticed it was Linda's car. I stood there and waited as she came out of the car and smiled at me. I smiled back at her as she walked over to me. “I just saw Dean, is he going out?” she asked. I nodded as I smiled and spoke. “Yes, he had a meeting and will be back within a week.”

he said after a moment. He took the envelope back, nodded once, and left without another word. My hands shook after he was gone. I felt as though I had just dived into a pool of water and cleared a part of my head. Later that afternoon, Dean gathered all staff. “One of our investors will be visiting today,” he said, all polished authority. “I expect professionalism. Best behavior. This reflects on all of us.” The name came an hour later. Ayden Miller. He walked in like he owned the place. Expensive suit. Easy smile. The kind of confidence that came from never being told no.

You were all in the same year. "Doesn't mean to say I know him." "His name is Dean Miller. We know all about you and Kacey," I said, guiding my hand down her face. "So we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. My boss wants to know where his brother is and he thinks you and your friend know where he is." She looked at me, swallowing hard. "What I want to know is simple, Milly. Where is my Dean Miller?" "I don't know, I swear."

Slowly, she turned. Deacon "Grim" Miller stood twenty feet away, leaning against a black Harley Davidson like he owned the world. He looked older… lines around his dark eyes that had not been there before, silver threading through his black hair. But he was still devastatingly handsome in that dangerous way that had always made her forget every reason she should run from him. "What are you doing here?" The words came out as barely a whisper. He pushed off the bike, taking a step closer. She could see the uncertainty in his posture, so different from the man who used to command every room he entered. "I saw you through the window. Thought I was seeing ghosts."

The pain of heartache echoed through his words. "I didn't find someone else. I got this job with the Saunders and had to move to New York City, but I didn't have any way to tell you since my letters never made it. I checked with my landlord every week though, hoping something would come, and it never did." I didn't want to cry, but I could feel the tears threatening to escape from behind my eyes. I had cried so much over Dean that I thought I didn't have any more tears left, but apparently I did. "Sergeant Dean Sherman of the 101 Airborne Division. I still remember the address." "That's correct. It probably was just some stupid government secrecy bullshit," Dean said. He closed his eyes for