Female Miles Morales Novels & Stories

Obviously it was a decoy, their real arms would be on their ankle strap. My head flicked up at the block of muscles subtly threatening my life on my birthday. “If you don't leave now, I'll be forced to use violence.” Blue seemed to be in a bad mood. "Ariana Morales," I said sharply looking back at the taxi to make sure he was still there if this went south. “My name is Ariana Marcella Morales, I'm not dumb enough to play with my life right now.”

“No, thank you.” Before she could hang up, the host pressed on. “May I ask — do you plan to never appear in public? People are quite curious about the mysterious Ms. Morales.” Her grip on the coffee cup tightened. For a brief moment, she recalled the swirling online rumors — the faceless headlines calling her a “reclusive heiress,” a “fat, plain woman” who supposedly “used money to keep male celebrities.”

Everything we'd built in exchange for one pregnant woman's chance at liberty. "Five minutes," Martinez announced, checking her watch. "Dayton, confirm the warrant is filed and active." Agent Dayton—young, idealistic, the kind of federal agent who'd joined the FBI believing in justice rather than politics—nodded confirmation. "Filed with the Denver federal court at 4:30 AM. Judge Morrison signed off thirty minutes ago." Judge Morrison. Not Senator Morrison, but his brother, a federal judge who'd built a reputation for supporting domestic violence victims. One of the few Morrison family members who wasn't corrupt.

“You’re a damned liar!” “This is the only truth I have,” I tell her. “There’s nothing else that I can say to you. And even if I were a liar. Even if I were the biggest whore in the world. Why become this person? Why live for revenge? You’ve done awful things, Mary. You killed our mother. You killed innocent people.” “I didn’t kill anyone,” she tells me. “Miguel over there did. I just stopped by to see you in agony. And I got exactly what I wanted.”

"Morgana Prescott wants to talk to you. Tonight. Alone." The name landed like a physical blow. Liam felt Jackson stiffen beside him, tension radiating through every muscle. Morgana Prescott, the facilitator, the woman who had threatened them at The Velvet Cat, the spider at the center of the web that connected American operations to Mexican cartels. "Absolutely not," Liam said immediately. "She is dangerous. She works for the people trying to kill us. Meeting with her alone is suicide." "I agree," Mackenzie said. "Which is why I told her no when she first contacted me. But she was insistent. Said she has proof that Richard Maddox did not actually kill Eleanor. Said she has documentation that

She told them proudly, and they blinked. “How on earth`s name did she become a senior agent so fast, Morgan!?” The blue-eyed one asked, and she rolled her eyes. “How do you expect me to know that, Brian?” She asked him with a snap, and he sneered at her. “Once again, we are sorry for the way we acted, Miss….” Denzel paused, and I immediately got tired of introducing myself under a false name hundreds of times. “Rosaura Morales,” I said, and Brian's eyes widened.

"So she's lying?" "She's lying, but that doesn't make her less dangerous." Sofia opened her laptop. The screen glowed blue in the dim office. "I looked up Isabella Morales in our files. She has a criminal record—stealing, identity theft, and making fake documents. And guess who she knows?" The computer screen showed a mugshot that made my blood turn to ice. Thin face, hollow cheeks, eyes full of cold hate. "Carmen Vistas," Sofia said. "Daniela's cellmate for eight months. They got out the same week."

Two is standing at the back, fearful. “Your…daughter is tainted by that man…” Nine clenches. “He f*cks her every night! I can sense it. She is already pregnant for weeks-” WHACK! Morales’ eyes are filled with hatred. He punches Nine to the ground and steps on her head. “You really have no idea whom you are messing with,” he softly says. “My daughter will never sleep with such filth! I will crush your pretty head underneath my foot-” SLASH!

And tomorrow, she would wield it like never before. Because in the heart of danger, Elena Morales was determined not to just survive she was determined to be seen.

Carina Morales was so angry that she stammered: "You wanted to harm me, so you staged this play?" "Ah." Andrea Morales shook her head: "I have rent a person to have sex with you. But I heard that you took the initiative to follow a man. That's also good. I'm not a bad person either. This proves that you are such a slutty woman.” She laughed loudly and then bluntly hung up.