Miles G Morales Prowler Novels & Stories

“Face the truth for myself?” With that comment, Miller lowered his head and stepped to the side. Just behind him, another figure stood up from the crowd surrounding the fire and ambled toward them. He was significantly taller and looked older than most of them, but no better dressed. Unlike anyone else, he was displaying a rather arrogant smile as he approached the entourage. “Morales. I don’t believe we’re expecting your group back so soon,” he stated, outstretching his arms carelessly. “If everyone under my lead was just as sad and pitiful as you then how do you think that would reflect upon me?”

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

One of the more hot-tempered of the Carters stood up and said, “Who the f*ck are you? How dare you come here and so boldly declare that you’re going to level our family? Do you even have the capability to do so?” Then, Miles walked over and slapped the man twice immediately. With a snicker, he declared, “My name’s Miles, and my father’s the chairman of Everest Group, Kevan Morales. You say that I haven’t got the ability to remove your family from existence, eh? I suppose you people are hell-bent on protecting that b*stard, aren’t you? Fine! Your family can die along with him then!” When they heard what Miles said, the Carters were instantly dumbfounded.

“Pardon?” Morrigan slowly stood up from the ground, her hands in fists as she faces him. Hurt and betrayal are evident in her bloodshot eyes. Tears cascaded her cheeks, staining her beautifully chiseled face. “You are not Colfre. Colfre will never betray me, he will never fool me. He swore that he love me…” A low chuckle came from Colum Toiba’s throat. “But Colfre is nothing but a lie. A fraud, he was nothing but a façade.” His words were enough to make Morrigan freeze to where she was standing. Morrigan could feel her hands turning cold as Colum Toiba’s words stab her like a knife as if his words are enough to cut her into a thousand cuts. Her head dips as she bit her quivering lips. Her te

Fabian raised his hand, frowning. “Yes Fabian, please go ahead.” “Sir, how are we going to trace Night Prowlers when the MI5 haven’t been successful? What do we have that they don’t?” Fabian enquired. A few murmurs and nods in agreement went around the table. Malcolm nodded and chuckled. “We have this young man right here, Marco Cortes.” THE END.

“Yes, me. I'm sorry I have to do this, Maya. What can we do about it? After all, this is my job.” The man came forward and approached the poor woman suddenly. The man's hand gripped Mrs. Maya’s jaw. Nadira put on hold the call “Mother!” which is already on the tip of the tongue. Instead, she bit her inner cheek a little more than she wanted. “Say it right now,” growled the man. “Where are you hiding that wolvire?” “I—akh—don't—know!” Mrs. Mata breathless answered. “Very well,” said the man with a deep voice. The man released his grip with one rough jolt and retreated back. However, after that everything happened so fast.

I nod and take a quick step toward the door. "Where is that murderer taking you to?" Miles' spiteful voice stops us. Morien turns back quickly, his nostrils flaring. "Don't start, Miles. I did everything I could to save Hunter. I didn't even start that fire," he breathes out. "You have to accept the truth that there was no way I could have saved Hunter." He looks away. "I have training with Maya." Miles steps forward. "I have a scheduled training session with her, too."

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

She paused, waiting until Annie met her eyes. "I was glad," Mrs Morales said, her voice hard with a conviction that didn't waver. "I thanked God that he died before he could hurt any more children. Before he could take you or Audrey or anyone else's babies. What you did—what your power did that night—it stopped a predator. It stopped him from ever hurting another child again." "But Audrey—"

He had been injured, but the wound was not serious. Morris grimaced. He assumed that X had declined Morris’ request before attempting the assassination. To Morris’ dismay, X did not succeed and even let Edmund run away. “When did this happen?” Morris was irritated that things were not in his control. “It’s around the time we contracted a killer.” Reminded of X, Miles was terrified. Miles often worked out, ranking pretty high within the organization. However, he was defenseless against X. His fear stemmed from the wide gap between him and X.