Miles G Morales Prowler Novels & Stories

Scott Kenneally, whom was the Alpha of The Moonwood Pack. Still staring at his reflection in a bid to quell the wolf within, thirty one year old, Marrok Phalen Kenneally shut off the faucette and turned his attention back to the sleeping blonde back in the main room. She'd been totally clueless about his status as a werewolf and he was pleased about it. She was shocked about his overwhelming libido and aggressive play at first, but she came to enjoy it and repeatedly participated in various rounds of "encores"until the sun came up.

the officer tried to cut in, but Miles overtook her voice. “I’m the tyrant? With all due respect, your son ran to me yesterday, not you.” “Oh, you little shi--” “Mr Parker and Ms. Morales, please!” the officer really shouted this time, forcing them both into silence. When she saw that they were finally docile, she resumed with a huff, “Is that your full statement, Ms. Morales?” “I have nothing more to say.” “Well, based on the evidence, Ms. Morales has a justifiable case against you, Miles. We will be taking you into custody.”

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.

Mitch pushed back from his desk, raised his arms over his head, and stretched. "No, no, I'm not embarrassed by him. He wanted to stay out of the spotlight, so I made the deal with the Denver people, but he always handled the money when it was delivered." "And his name?" Mitch asked. "I call him Parker because that was his name when we met but-" Her gaze searched the room, as if wondering if she'd already said too much. "Oh, what the hell. His real name is Albert Morrow. He's a former FBI agent on the lam, but you probably already know that, too, don't you?" Her eyes shot daggers at Joe sitting adjacent to her.

Galileo whispered into my ear. I opened my mouth to respond to him when the blonde-haired man turned around. It was Williams Morales. The bastard. The shock on his face when his eyes landed on me was a reward in itself. What if I buy his daughter just to spite him? But it’s an auction. Too much money to waste. “It’s Mr. Morales! The stronzo (asshole)!” Galileo muttered. When Williams Morales outsmarted us with an inadequate delivery over seven years ago, Matteo was in the UK. My grandfather was still the mafia boss and I was his underboss. Galileo and I were the ones given the task of confronting the bastard.

“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.

Mora laughed uneasily “I don't know, Miles, those people are not good people, they might have kidnapped Papa Shu, we should contact the police” The two of them rushed to the police station, reaching there, they made a report, and a police officer noticed Miles. “Hey, you!” Officer Clyde snarled. And strode towards Miles, he looked hostile and appeared as someone ready to pounce on Miles anytime. “It is you” his face changed drastically. Miles frowned, wondering how he knew Miles, “arrest him” he ordered. Mora was agitated, “why? What did he do?” she blurted out in panic.

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."