Mile 8 Rap Battle Novels & Stories

"Simply look away, allow us in tomorrow night, and I will make sure the Alpha knows you helped." "I said no," Miles snapped at Ralph, raising his voice. "You think that you still call the shots? You are just a soldier, Ralph. And you cannot even come closer to me now," he proudly said. Ralph smirked, his eyes turning cold. "So be it." Within the blink of an eye, Mile's struck first, aiming for Ralph's throat. Ralph had predicted that move, so he dodged it, grabbed his arm, and slammed him against a tree.

give me CJ's number " he said but I just stood there looking at me "Trust me" he said and I gave him number He dialed his number and it went straight to voicemail "Hello Rival" he said and chuckled "good morning, it is me Miles, I am actually with your girlfriend now and trust me she's beautiful with the white gown she's wearing" he said as he stared at me

The leader of the hooligan turned towards the busy tarred road, the fight happened on a pedestrian, and what happened caught the eyes of many people, some even took videos and pictures of the fight. Miles started trending online after it was uploaded. #HandsomeKarateKid @LoveMeOnce: He is so cute, marry me kiddo @JeffDaBass: he is underage. Miles wasn't aware, that he is a hot search on social media already. “What is your name?” Miles asked the leader of the hooligans. “Tiger” Miles didn't bother probing further, the both of them walked for two hours, Tiger was already gasping for breath, but, Miles looked like someone who has done nothing.

~RAVENNA~ Just when I was expecting his strike to come, his weight was instantly thrown off me. I stayed there, waiting for the strike, but then I heard the sound of struggling. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see who it was, and to my surprise, I saw Luis and Gamma Miles struggling in a fight. My whole body relaxed, relief washing through me. I slowly sat up, watching as Luis punched him straight in his face, sending him to the ground.

"I’ll do the same." I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Oh, please," I shot back. "You think you can take him? Ronan would eat you alive and spit you out before you even blinked." Miles grinned, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. "Maybe," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I like a challenge." I laughed, shaking my head. "You’re insane," I muttered, though there was no real heat in it. "You know that, right?"

Cindy froze. Her voice cracked. "What kidnapping? What are you even talking about?" Panic surged as she punched into her phone, jaw tight. She wired him $2,000 with a message: [Try this again and you won't see another cent.] Robert frowned at the tiny transfer but staggered to his feet anyway. He blew Cindy a gross, sloppy kiss. "Fine, fine. I'm out—for today. Don't forget to miss me, sweetheart." As he shuffled off, Cindy finally exhaled, her body loosening like a coiled spring.

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

What continued was a flurry of exchange, Eight and the man kept attacking each other, even though the man's attack were more intense, Eight didn't back down. The men were already rushing forward but the man stopped them. " You're a worthy opponent, it's been a long time since I've had such a good fight, I am Osgald, what is your name?" Eight's eyes widened in surprise, he was familiar with the name Osgald, he used to be one of the four main families in Havilah city. " I'm Eight, it's nice to meet you" Osgald nodded his head and he gestured at the men.

Ready for pro ice. Miles stepped out onto the wet asphalt, sneakers squeaking on the slick ground. He stood in front of Rhys with his chin tilted up, and I realised somewhere in the last month he’d gotten almost tall enough to look him in the eye. Caleb’s old stick was gone. The arcade prizes were buried in a drawer. There was no manipulation left between them – just the raw fact of a kid who’d found a brother and a man who’d learned how to stay. Miles raised his fist. Rhys met it – knuckles connecting with a solid click.

“Were you trying to kill me or something?” Rakim raises an eyebrow and a small laugh escapes him. “Kill you? If we wanted that, you’d be dead in minutes, moron.” “We’re trying to save you,” Miles chimes in, his voice surprisingly soft for his tough, scarred look. “Save me? From what?”