The Miller The Canterbury Tales Novels & Stories

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

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!” *****

“no, we will take the child with us, I can’t live my blood with that woman, she doesn’t even care a flinch about him” “how soon can we do this, my love” Sarah asked now more greedy in her of being the wife of a rich man she never thought she would one day be a wealthy woman from being a woman who had nothing. She always admired Priscilla and how wealthy she was, she envied her for being born from a silver platter while she was born in the ghetto with nothing to show or present. Mr Lodipo responded to her with a smile, “Everything will be done before tomorrow, she will wake up a woman with nothing tomorrow.” He said boldly.

"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! "

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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?"

And so, I opened it. There he stood, Adam freaking Miller, looking dashing in a crisp white shirt and a dark brown jacket and dark blue jeans that fit him perfectly. His hair had more gel in it than usual and I could tell he had just shaved since there was no stubble in sight. The man looked as if he had just jumped out of a magazine. His brown eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away around me. His eyes slowly scanned over my body, his smile growing along with my self-confidence. One thing about Adam Miller I had already figured out, was that somehow, the man was a terrible liar, and right now, he wasn't hiding the fact that he liked what he was seeing.