The Canterbury Tales Miller Novels & Stories

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

I went and sat on the couch, then pulled him to sit on my lap. “Yes,” I said. There was no need to keep lying to him about it since everyone around us lately had been saying it. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you before. The situation was a bit complicated.” He smiled. “Mr. Miller is a super amazing man. Too bad he’s going to die.” My mouth fell open. “What?” “Miranda and Kate said he’s cursed. His heart is freezing. Kate said that he’s getting sicker every day.”

"Oh, your young, tight pussy is so much better than mine. My husband deserves the best cunt. He's such an amazing man." She could be... strange. She got off on thinking she wasn't good enough for her husband. She was a cuckqueen, which was such a strange word. We headed into the house and Mr. Miller and Carter were there. My daughter trembled at the sight of the two handsome and naked men. Father and son were both so hunky. Mr. Miller was tall and fit with brown hair and a massive cock that thrust out before him. His son was equally endowed. Broad shoulders. He grinned.

"His son was David. David Miller. The man who spent ten years torturing your daughter. And you never made the connection." "The name Miller is common. When you introduced him, when you told me you were marrying a man named David Miller, I did not think about the competitor I had destroyed decades earlier. Richard Miller was one of dozens of men I crushed on my way to the top. He was not special. He was just one more obstacle."

Miller is least bothered about it now. "I already asked you to tell everyone that I am no more. Tell them in such a way that they should believe you. Now don't disturb me for silly things like this" he said with annoyance and disconnected the call. Bradford is dumbfounded by Millers' reaction. 'Why does it look like he is least bothered? What is he up to now? Why does he think that Kairo Bianchi would believe that Miller is dead? Kairo is not a fool. He would want to see the dead body. And where does Miller's dead body come from when he is alive? This Miller is overconfident, just like his dead cousin John. I am sure Kairo is going to kill him soon. He is going to die for real this time ' Br

he yelled After selling about five girls and three boys the guy I met at the road was yet to show up I lowered my eyes down thinking he has already been sold "I've been saving the best for last... here's this young man ..he can be yours for only a million " Something struck me while I was listening...aren't most of this women married? "A million and half"a lady yelled "2 million"another yelled I watched sliently as they continued "5 million"I said and a slience struck the room

I explain once more "So, what do you think.that the whole thing Is made up?''Miller asks, causing me to sniff hard. "Not that manner, I just think he's too hot and way out of my league miller, he is hoy ,fool fancy and rich and I'm just me" "Don't give me that boring old and little speech love, you are beautiful" Miller says trying to convince me but that doesn't mIe me feel better.

Merely being in its presence was enough to stimulate his imagination of those terrible times. But that morning, as Lucas navigated his way up the front path to Mr Miller’s front door, the big man broke tradition, and came out of his shack to greet him. ‘Hello, lad,’ he said pawing at this crazy beard. ‘Hello, Mr Miller,’ Lucas said. ‘Got your paper.’ He passed a copy of the Dorsal Finn Herald to Miller. The old man rolled it up before stuffing it into the pocket of his big trench coat. ‘Any chance of checking out Little Bertha?’ Lucas asked hopefully.

There was a young man at the bridge, kneeling at the entrance with a forlorn expression. Wilbur walked over, confused. What was going on here? Charles jogged over then, bowing to Wilbur. "What's going on here?" Wilbur asked. "Master, this man calls himself Wesley Miller. He says he's here for you. I told him you weren't here, and he's been kneeling here refusing to get up since, regardless of what I say." "He's here for me? Is anything the matter, young man?" Wilbur asked. Wesley Miller lifted his head blankly at the words. Upon seeing Wilbur, he said excitedly, "Are you Master Trevor Penn, the Divine General?"

Donatello fell in the floor and the blade was dropped. Soon after that, Miller took the dropped blade. Miller was more skilled that Donatello in the way of fighting. So there was no way Miller would lose against that boy. Miller quickly charged toward Donatello and stabbed his back. Donatello screamed as the blade pierced on his back. Miller’s attack did not end that fast. Knowing that his wife was dying and also his destroyed brewery, he expressed all pf his anger and madness at Donatello. Miller mercilessly stabbed Donatello several times and did not give him a break.