Miles G Morales Prowler Novels & Stories

“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 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

"Incredible! Dr. Quinn, seriously, huge congrats! This isn't just a transfer; it’s a full-on elevation to the Elite Task Pack. You’re practically an Enforcer now!" Maya Collins, the lab’s most energetic healer, was practically vibrating. Her scent—usually a calm, herbal aroma—was spiked with pure excitement.

Rose Miller's POV "Agent Morrison, I have critical information about medical fraud that occurred during Landon Hayes' treatment at Sacramento General Hospital. Information that could change federal investigators' understanding of Ophelia Sterling's criminal activities." I sat across from FBI Agent Patricia Morrison in the federal building in Manhattan, surrounded by documents that would complete the destruction of the woman who had sent me to prison. The evidence I was about to present would convince federal investigators that Ophelia Sterling had been the mastermind behind the medical fraud that destroyed my career.

In a moment of panic, she just stood there, unsure of whether to run or sink her hand in her pocket and pretend she had a firearm. Then a powder-blue Porsche pulled up right next to her, its tires screeching as the brakes were suddenly applied. With extreme confusion etched over her face, she simply watched as the window rolled down. Then she immediately frowned. “You?” “Me,” Santiago Morales said with a charming smile. “Get in if you want to see the light of day.” Lola was skeptical, ready to back away and run this time. But… how far could she run? Who knew how many more of these maniacs casually waited by the sidewalk, preparing to ambush her?

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.