The Canterbury Tales Miller の小説・ストーリー

I was waiting for Miller when Jeffrey came to me "can I seat here" he smile "oops, am sorry, is occupied" I notice he was disappointed "it fine I will just sit somewhere else. enjoy your meal" he left and seat close to Charlotte. Miller walk into the cafeteria with Diane smiling and I was wondering what was going on because the two are know to be cat and rat "I think a chicken must have grow teeth today" I said as he sit in front of me "why did you say that?" looking puzzled "You and Diane comes in smiling." I smirk

Miller who was staring at them silently motioning him to not say a word to Damon which old man answered with a fearful gulp. With that, he walked away leaving raging Damon and bruised up Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller stood up but instantly took a step back when his eyes met Damon's fierce eyes. Damon: How many daughters you have Jim Miller... He questioned him with his grim expressions... Mr. Miller gulped before remembering Jack's warning. He knew he had trapped himself in a deep shit. But he himself is responsible for being so greedy. He slowly comprehends what to answer him. Mr. Miller: I-I only have one daughter.

Still warm. Lyra's hands trembled. "These belonged to the Miller family," Thea said quietly. "I know them. Good people. Loyal. They were fleeing a village where the mind-binding spell had turned half the population into puppets." "They were running from one monster right into the arms of another," Vera added bitterly. Lyra stared at the tiny possessions. Imagined the children who owned them. Scared. Alone. Trapped in the Silver Court with a queen who smiled while kingdoms burned.

And there stood a devil in front of me with an amused expression. "What" I asked as I Noticed his stare. I followed his eyes and I noticed that by putting my feet in my hand ,my skirt has risen up giving a good look of my inner thighs . With a gasp I stood up and straightened myself. Pervert Throne ...!!! "Ahem Ms. Miller, don't you think it's better to pay off your debt quickly than resting without doing much work." He said taunting. How dare he ???? " And now come along, you can have your rest in my car ."

She says in terror. I glare at her. "What?" "Miller's there." She says. "What? Who's Miller?" "Tarry's father." Tate answers. I sigh. "This is going to be trouble."

Mr miller walk to the door when Joseph called him. "Look Mister Miller, i don't have any issues with cane. But as a professor i want his future bright. I did Everything today to make his future better to make him a better person. Don't take me wrong and I understand you love you're son. But if you don't say anything in his wrong deeds then who will make him good? You are his family you will show him a better way. I wish we would get to see a good cane in the future, good-bye mister miller"

tattoo on each of their bodies which stood for “Mamba” And now, the things I have noticed since I came here have gotten me convinced that the Mr Miller in front of me is my late father's worst enemy and rival—and if that was true; it meant… the same man accusing me of following his son had murdered my father. I gasped and glared at Mr Miller with a gaze that could kill, my fists tightening beside me. “What is wrong?“ asked Mr Miller. “You look pale.“ My five senses were screaming at me to dive at him at that moment and tear off his flesh; but I knew I would be the most foolish person in the world if I did that now. I need to be fully sure before taking any wild actions.

the old man said, stuttering on every word. "You're my elder? No, you're a dirty beggar. I don't know why I'm wasting my time with you," Zane replied in a mean, disrespectful way. "One day, you'll feel what it's like to be a beggar and weak like me," the beggar replied firmly, with no stutters this time. "Whatever, I'm the son of a rich man, I can never go poor like you," Zane said as he walked away. "Dirty bastard, who does he think he is? To talk back to a son of a millionaire like that. Curse him." Zane thought.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he said, "Ms. Lara, given Mr. Reath's attitude, do you think Mr. Cole could be the mysterious figure that has been the talk of Drunham City lately? But that person’s surname is Miller, and everyone calls him Mr. Miller, while Liam's surname is Cole." Lara initially decided to ignore Mr. Young, but his words made her pause, and she began to ponder deeply. Mr. Miller was the talk of Drunham City, a figure shrouded by countless rumors. The most captivating among them was that Mr. Miller was not only the owner of the Misty Manor but also the major investor behind Kolten.

Miller's face turned serious, and he focused back on Rome as he said, "I just wish you wouldn't have got into a fight with Earl again. If you didn't, such a piece of awful news wouldn't be going around about you." Pausing for a moment, Mr. Miller heavily sighed. Then he sadly said, "I would also not have to hear my neighbors talking badly about my son so early in the morning, inside of my shop." "Father, please don't get disappointed with Rome. What happened yesterday was all my fault, not his." Catherine hastily said, looking pitifully at him. Swaying his attention off Rome and putting it on her, Mr. Miller's eyes widened as he mumbled, "Huh?"