Novel & Cerita Miles Morales Best Friend

"I'll check your name off the roster, Aiden. Now that everyone's here, let's line up and go to the bus lot!" He directed and the whole class followed him out. Aiden awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to say to the boy who was still clinging to him like a koala. "Umm, shouldn't you go get your suitcase?" He asked. Finally, Miles let go and hurriedly went back to retrieve his suitcase, as he returned, he had the biggest smile on his face. It was a total 180 from how Aiden had saw him a minute ago... "I can't believe you actually came! I thought you were going to leave me to die!" He exclaimed before scrunching up his eyebrows. "Aiden Morales, I hate you! Do you know how lonely I was just no

can you explain to me please. Mira sighed before looking up at me, gazing into mine. "Ah yes... Michaël and Aden were the best friends that exist... brothers but overnight, they cut ties"

Molly’s voice came through breathlessly, accompanied by the sound of rustling sheets in the background. Carmen narrowed her eyes. “Why do you sound like you just ran a marathon?” There was some kind of noise on Molly’s end that Carmen couldn’t understand for the life of her before someone else spoke on the line. “Because she just did,” a deep chuckle. “Hey, Carmen. Nice to hear your voice again. Though I wonder if this is something important?” There was no doubt in Carmen’s mind that the interrupter was none other than Jasper Hendricks, Ronin’s notorious playboy best friend. What she couldn’t fathom was how he ended up in bed with her best friend. Not that she had much time to ponder.

He picks up on the second ring, voice lazy, like he's got a joint hanging from his lips. "Well, look who it is. Don't tell me the mighty Prez of the Reapers is callin' me at two in the morning 'cause he's lonely. Aren't you fuckin' Alyssa's friend now?" "Cut the shit, War." My tone's flat, sharp. "Ten girls... little kids... went missing in Moonshadow Creek this month." The silence that follows isn't casual. It's heavy, stretched tight. When he finally speaks again, the humor's gone. "Fuck. Someone's trafficking kids again?"

"Oh my God, I've missed you so much. Are you okay? I saw the news about Elena and Lucas, and I wanted to fly back immediately, but you said..." "I'm fine. I promise." I pull back and squeeze her hands. "Better than fine. Great, actually." "You look great." She turns to Damien and extends her hand. "And you must be the famous Damien Cross. I'm Elise Morrison. Hurt her, and I'll destroy you." Damien shakes her hand, a smile playing at his lips. "Direct. I appreciate that. And noted." "Good." Elise gestures to the man standing beside her. "This is Nathan Wright. Nathan, this is my best friend, Elara, and her boyfriend, Damien."

He didn’t know the full reason yet — not the fake marriage, not the history — but we’d come clean eventually. “All the help I can get right now,” I said. There was a pause. “I sent some men to check the place out. They’ll report to you directly,” he said. “Yeah, man. Thanks,” I muttered. And I realized — Astrid was right. Aaron was my friend. We didn’t have the closest friendship, but I could count on him. Just like he’d counted on me during his fiancée’s saga. “I’ll be in Seattle tomorrow. Hopefully, things will be looking up by then,” he added. I nodded.

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

He’ll be my best man at my wedding, that’s guaranteed. Miles grew up with Emerson and Cole. He’s the youngest of the group. Works at my favourite coffeeshop. And is my closest friend in the group outside of Austen. He’s Premed. He spends most of his time at Glazes, if he’s not working, he’s studying there. Like me, he isn’t much of a drinker. He’s bi. But that doesn’t mean anything, none of the guys care or mind. Not that it should be a problem.

_______________________ Zenia's POV I stayed home on Monday. I didn't have the mindset of facing my backstabbing former best friend. I stayed in my room eating ice cream and looking at the television. I was lonely, once again. EJ was avoiding and ignoring me. Jasmine was on her honeymoon, so I couldn't disturb her with my drama. Mom wasn't like Mom anymore. And Ashley was no longer my best friend. "This just in, Ethan Hollen, Junior, the last child of the billionaire Ethan Hollen, has been arrested."

“What are you doing here? This is a private vacation with my daughter.” Elena’s gaze slid over to Mia, appraising her slowly from head to toe. “And who is this lovely young thing? She looks far too beautiful to be just a ‘family friend.’” Mia lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “Mia Thompson. Lily’s best friend.” “Best friend,” Elena repeated, amusement flickering in her eyes. “How sweet. You must be very… close to the family.” The way she said it made Mia’s skin crawl.