Stephen Miller Book Novels & Stories

"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.

“Go get her!“ Mr Miller said to his goons. Five minutes later, two of the Black Mamba guys came into the room with Stephanie in their possession. She was a woman of about fifty-eight. Far older than her late baby daddy, Gomez Waxson. She fell to her knees immediately when the guys brought her to Mr Miller. Darkie and the other guys were making sure the other women in the room were not freaking-out. “Please... you've killed Gomez Waxson and got what you wanted. And now there's no member of our family that's a threat to you. I beg—” “Stephanie Waxson.“ Mr Miller grinned, making a show of using his left leg to touch Stephanie's jaw. “Why did you run when you're so sure that “no member of your f

Stephanie, saying nothing, gives him a smile and blows him a kiss from a distance, to which he responds by placing his hand on his heart as he goes up the stairs. Upon arriving at the room, Matt prepares to sleep without first taking a shower. While he was relaxing under the hot water, thinking about how lucky he was to have everything he’d ever wanted, Stephanie’s younger sister had other plans. Stella Miller is a greedy woman and envious of her older sister. Her existence stems from her father's indiscretion during a business trip. When Steph was almost five years old, Mr. Miller met Stella’s mother at a restaurant where she was a waitress.

“This is the reason why Kris told me not to believe in anyone.” When Stephen heard this, he stepped onto the pedal, sending the cart to a halt. “Mil, I’m sorry. I am not that kind of person.” Millie heaved a sigh, as she stepped out of the cart without replying to Stephen. She dragged her feet back to the resting area and found a vacant seat. She suddenly heard a voice from behind her again which she thought to be Stephen. “Come on, Mil. Just please forgive me. I was just really trying to make you feel comfortable around me.” Stephen tried to convince her again. “I didn’t realize that I was pushing you too hard.”

It was the way to make sure that people like Mike Miller and Jason Xander would never be in power again. One night I was sitting at my desk. I was looking at a photo of the shelter for women I had opened. It was a building. It was the important thing I had ever built. I saw the faces of the women in the courtyard. I felt peaceful. I had won. I had protected them. I had protected myself. There was a knock at the door. It was Stephen. He was wearing a suit. He looked relaxed. He had a box in his hand. "I was in the neighborhood " he said. He walked into the office. "I thought you might want to see this."

Miller demanded, a sudden note of contempt crept into his voice “Tyler is just a few minutes away, in case you are concerned. And as for your question, the only person you should have any business talk with, is your successor, ” Mrs. Miller said, slicing viciously into her steak. “I don't care if that boy comes or not… And how are you sure that I am not talking to my successor right now? ” Mr Miller retorted. Mrs. Miller and Emily looked at Mr Miller in astonishment. But Logan cast only the slightest of a glance towards the women, before focusing back on his steak. Unfazed by what Mr. Miller had said.

Miller walked into the room, then froze under the doorway like he’d witnessed a crime scene. “What the fuck?” Pulled away from Sophia instantly while heat rushed to my cheeks. “Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Miller... we’re straight.” He undid the first buttons of his shirt in that irritatingly masculine way before speaking with his usual playful spirit. “I’m starting to doubt you two, Miss Isabella.” Sophia gasped before punching his shoulder as he walked past her toward the mirror. “Don’t even try it, idiot... don’t even think about it!” Then he lifted his eyes toward me, studying me with strangely innocent shining eyes.

And tonight, he had become a foot soldier for a bitch who used babies as weapons. Miller retreated to his home office and locked the door. He sat at his desk, the blue light of his laptop reflecting in his hollow eyes. He had remote access to the hospital’s central server. He knew he should just stay away. He knew he should take the million dollars and disappear into the lie. But the image of Elara bleeding, wine stained, and silent haunted him. “She wasn't a beggar,” Miller whispered to himself, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “A beggar doesn't have eyes like that. A beggar doesn't have Sarah Vance bowing at her feet.”

During the car ride from the restaurant after lunch, Jacob got a call from his men, updating about Stephanie. “Mr Clark…” “Tell me! I know you hesitant, but couldn’t be worse than last night,” “Madam and Lucas Miller went for lunch in Bay Bridge, her favorite seafood restaurant.” “It was Lucas Miller who booked there earlier.” “Don’t you think he knew a lot about Stephanie? I think he asked his men to gather information about her and me, possibly,” Martin said as he remembered on the call, Luke knew about Elena “I was thinking about that, Mr Clark.” “Then, do the same to Lucas Miller. I need to know his weakness, just in case he goes farther on Stephanie.”

POV Millie I’m under the covers letting the salty tears stream down my face when there’s a light knock on the door and it opens. “Mills? It’s Steph.” Thank god. I remove the comforter away from the mess of a face I’m rocking right now and see Steph standing there. “Steph? What are you doing here?” I ask through a sob. “X called me,” she says quietly. I lay flat on the bed and looked to the ceiling “I’m mortified Steph.” I say. She walks over to the bed and sits down “Oh Mills, don’t be, he caught you completely off guard and he feels horrible.” she says gently running her fingers through my hair. She lays beside me and says “Come here” We lay together and both just cry.