The Miller The Canterbury Tales Novels & Stories

"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."

Sir Miller coughed up blood in anger and exclaimed, "How could you be so malicious?" Lady Miller laughed and said, "Malicious? Compared to the crazy things you, a dandy young master, have done, I am not malicious at all." "I have already received my retribution. But what about you? Your retribution has not yet arrived. Aren't you afraid? The principles of heaven are clear, and retribution will not be spared," Sir Miller roared angrily.

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.

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”

Now, in the clear light of day, he saw the faces of those who questioned his presence, and he felt compelled to explain himself. A woman in the crowd, her expression a mix of concern and skepticism, spoke up. "Who are you, and what brings you to Gaza?" Miller, his voice calm and measured, began to recount his story. "I understand your apprehension, and I apologize for any disturbance my presence may have caused. My name is Miller, and I found myself in Gaza due to a series of events beyond my control." The crowd listened attentively as Miller continued, hoping to shed light on the circumstances that had brought him to their city. "I was in a place of great danger, pursued by forces that mean

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

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.

The kind of thing that required no effort to make a statement because it had been cut by someone who understood that the statement was already in the woman wearing it. I arrived at eight. The venue was the kind of place old money used when it wanted to celebrate itself, high ceilings, soft lighting, the particular hum of three hundred people who all knew each other well enough to be comfortable and well enough to be watching. James Harrington, seventy-two and sharp as he had ever been, found me within five minutes of my arrival, shook my hand with both of his and said he had been following the Lumière story for three years and that tonight felt like the right moment to say so publicly.

55 Come Emily’s POV “Don’t even start.” I glaringly look at Arthur. He seem to be enjoying this but I don’t I hate that I have to speak up like that, isn’t that suppose to be common sense? And how can a person be like that? I’m not even like that when I was being a mistress to Arthur but no, she’s not a mistress and I surely hope she won’t be because I don’t know what I will do if she will be.

Mr Miller discarded what the doctor said and demanded for answers. "What happened?" I could hear the pain in his voice. I watched as tears stained his eyes. He clenched his fists and shook his head in anger. He felt it too, the heart wrenching pain coming from the left side of his chest. He looked so indifferent as he got lost in thought. He was grinding his teeth and clenching and unclenching his fists as if at any moment he would explode. He broke away from his thoughts and looked right at me. That was the first time he noticed me standing there. I wanted the ground to swallow me there and then. As though he noticed my fear, Mr Miller’s gaze softened and he started to look helpless and def