The Canterbury Tales Miller Novelas e Histórias

Jane could only stare at the witch in front of her as her face held pain and suffering. “We are not talking of any small push-over family here, we are speaking of The Millers as in the owners of Miller Corporation! The same family that chose to marry a low life like you and also make you the young madam of the Miller home, and you dare call their heir a cripple”

"The Miller family is the devil among men. Your ancestor is simply treacherous. Heaven and earth will not forgive him. The Miller family will be condemned by heaven and die without a burial place." An emaciated old dragon, with bones protruding, slammed the cage and roared, "The Miller family really has no bottom line. They set a trap to capture us and lock us in this place. That old fella sucked our blood for many years, which even the old devil in the demon world did not dare to do. The Miller family claims to be a well-known family. How dare they do such despicable things? It is really a disgrace to humanity. If you are so capable, then have three days and three nights of battle here! "

Asking him about Godfrey's well-being would only rouse suspicion. “How is the problem with Mill?” I asked. “The autopsy results came out today, it said that Mill died of poisoning, he was poisoned, perhaps his breakfast was poisoned by someone in his home.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, my brows furrowed in curiosity. “Didn't Godfrey kill Mill?” “Oh, of course not, first I was very scared that a slave boy of no stamina could rip Mill's jaws into halves,” he replied, his words dripping with a little bit of pride.

$214. The "Miller" life was failing. I couldn't even afford to be a waitress. I was an outcast, someone caught between a life that didn't want me and a world of labor that found me useless. I was a Thorne without a crown, a girl with a smeared reputation and soft hands that had never done a day of real work.

A girl who had been frail and sickly for as long as anyone could remember was now standing tall, looking him dead in the eye, and declaring her severance? "What did you say?" Mr. Miller growled. "I said, I am renouncing this family," I repeated, my gaze unwavering. Mr. Miller stared deep into my eyes, searching for a trace of fear, but met only a proud, pale blue glint that flared up beneath my lashes before vanishing. He let out a cold, contemptuous laugh. "Fine! You’ve certainly grown a spine today. Do you honestly think that once you walk out of the Miller gates—penniless, without a backup, and looking like a freak—you can survive for long in this city?"

"You shouldn't hesitate anymore, Mr. Fordham. Your health has always been bad. Ms. Miller is a member of Toxic Hive. she'll be fine!" As soon as he said that, a loud bang could be heard from the top floor.

at the same instant. “Jinx,” Shanna sneered angrily as she flopped down on her narrow single bed. I ignored her and focused on him. “That’s a good song.” “Hell yeah it is. So, anyway, I read the Miller’s Tale and a few others. You’re not reading the Miller’s Tale, are you?” “No.” “Good.” I gave him a quizzical little frown. “Why ‘good’?” “It’s fucked up. It’s a little too… naughty for a nice girl like you,” he said, nodding in mock solemnity.

Maybe he didn't know anything about what Timothy had said to her… "I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Miller," she finally answered. James Miller turned to her with a cold smile on his haughty face, “Your dishonesty will only make things difficult for Timothy, but fine if that's what you want!” *****

For that one person who had promised not to let her suffer! Then their eyes met at a single trace. A glint of hope flashed through her eyes and all she did was release a faint smile. He was seated at the back with a face cap on but he averted his gaze as soon as their eyes met and pulled his hat over his face properly. She did not read meaning into it. She thought he was only trying to keep his identity hidden, with how influential he is. She quickly turned to the judge and Said.. "I plead guilty your honour. I, Althea Grace Miller attempted to kill Katie Rolland!" She admitted confidently and the protesters did not stop asking that she be punished severely.

"I should be the one splashing wine here. Back then, when you were kneeling outside the Miller residence, begging my parents to take you in, you weren't so cocky. "You cried and swore you'd repay me for the rest of your life, but now, you stole my wife—your niece. Is this how you repay me?" For a brief second, the room fell silent. Then, an even louder laughter erupted. "Wait. The Millers? You've got to be kidding. A broke nobody pretending to be the heir of the richest family in the country. He probably heard the real heir rarely stayed in the country and thought he could bluff his way through."