Miles Morales Best Friend Novels & Stories

"Maybe it is." She told me about Las Vegas. About The Oasis, about Mrs. Alvarez and James and Liliana. About the work that had given her purpose. "I'm proud of you," I said. "You shouldn't be." "I am anyway." "Do you think we could be friends again?" Mia asked. "Not like before. But something?" I considered the question. "I don't know," I said honestly. "I want to try. But I need to protect myself too. I can't go back to the way things were."

“Guys like him don’t think. They act and people get hurt.” My ankle throbs like it’s agreeing with him. I nod slowly, even though something inside me resists. “Yeah.” Miles exhales. His hand slides from my waist to my wrist, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Then he smiles. “You are my best friend, Cal. I will always want the best for you.” “I know,” I say. “I will be careful. ” And just like that, I’m back where I have always been. Close enough to feel him, not close enough to have him.

Damien asked again and Jason laughed. “If I should underestimate someone, I would never make the mistake of underestimating you” Jason replied and Damien laughed. “So who’s she?” Damien asked. “Janet, she’s Ria’s best friend,” Jason said and Damien looked at Jason with raised eyebrows. “She’s the quietest of the group. I could count the times I’ve heard her speak” Damien replied and Jason laughed. “If you really want to give her to me, you have to make peace with Ria first,” Jason said and Damien chuckled.

And Tristan realized Lena was following him. So, he followed her. He killed her on that cliff because she knew too much and was going to tell me the truth. So, she had to die. I sat in that small office, my whole body shaking. I felt a vast, consuming hatred boiling inside me. Tristan Shaw, you killed my best friend. You killed the person who cared for me more than anyone else in the world. And you still sat across from me every day, eating like nothing had happened, smiling as you told me good night.

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.

FELIX. I’m a shitty person. I know I’ve always been a shitty person, but at least I wasn’t like that to the few people I care about—one of them being my best friend. But after getting myself involved with his ex-girlfriend, I’m just realizing what a shittier person I’ve turned into.

“Just come.” I hung up and put the phone face down. It didn’t stay quiet, another buzz came in. Damien. “You can still stop this.” I stared at it and dropped my phone, I didn’t answer. Then another one. “If Vale keeps you there, I will make sure every board member knows what kind of man he is.” I typed before I could talk myself out of it. “You were thrusting in on my best friend in our matrimonial bed. Don’t talk to me about what kind of man anybody is.”

“Come on, I will buy you dinner, it’s been a long time we hung out together and seriously now that I don’t want to kill you, I have realized how much I have missed you.” “Ha-ha, tell me about it,” Milo said but he went packing his bag and wiping his body with his towel, he hung it on his neck and turned to me. “I’m actually starving.” “I know you are,” I stated as we walked out of the gym together. God, it really does feel good to have my friend back and much better because we didn’t end up fighting because of a girl. In as much as I would have done that to have my girl, I’m glad we didn’t. Milo is the closest thing I have to a brother and yes there are five of us but only he understands me

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

At all the events I was invited to, they always talked down on me, calling me dirty-poor blood because, well, they were like royalty or something, but I didn't choose this. I didn't ask my mother, whoever she was, to be a surrogate for this family. Millie was from another wealthy family, married to another billionaire; frankly, her life was all easy, so you can just understand what she went through to be my friend, but we grew up together, and the fact that her husband, Miles, was Rodrigo's best friend brought us even closer. “She has lost it; your friend has lost it.” I heard Rodrigo say, damn, he was still here, but he didn't sound like he cared that I was crying.