Miles Morales Best Friend Novels & Stories

"Zack, it's fine you can leave. I have Lucas and these guys,'' I didn't want to leave permanently. Plus, saying Kevin was here was not as reassuring as she thought. Eventually, I did leave. I would hate to keep her around Kayla when she clearly wasn't happy with her around. "Lucas is really nice," Kayla conversed as we walked to where I parked. "Is he? I never liked him," Kayla linked our arms which made it difficult to watch. "He's nice. That girl is your friend?" I grinned at the mention of Kiki, "My best friend, Kiara. We've known each other for years," Kayla nodded in acknowledgement, "She's pretty," "The most beautiful person I've ever met," I truthfully replied.

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

" Miles doesn't speak. He just stares down. And that alone gives it up. That it’s true. That he did it. Now, it makes sense why his kiss always felt like an apology for something he was too scared to say aloud. Maddox shakes his head, refusing to believe it. "No. That’s not true. That’s not how it happened. Miles, say something!" Miles stays mute. Maddox shakes his head. "I can’t believe it. So all these years, you made me hate—hate Morien. When it was all you." Maddox’s eyes flare. He raises his hand as if to say more but steps back instead. I look between the two of them. I hope another friendship is not about to fracture.

Rico asked in accented English, eyes glinting with interest. “This is Isla,” Sienna said proudly. “My best friend. The one I told you about.” Rico’s smile widened. “Ah. La famosa Isla.” Teo didn’t smile. “Welcome,” he said instead, tone clipped but polite. “Hope you survive.” Was that a joke? His face didn’t say so. I greeted them anyway, trying not to focus on the sudden heat of Zayne’s stare boring into my back from where he’d stepped out last.

What happens when they stab you in the back and expect you to turn a blind eye? It would have been important to approach this matter with empathy and respect, but since these people did not consider me before their actions, I will speak honestly about how I feel right now. My relationship with my best friend Charlotte was built on trust and unconditional support, but something unimaginable has happened. I have discovered that my best friend is having an affair with my dad." The crowd gasped and fell into a stunned silence, and I continued. "This is the most devastating moment of my life, and there is ample evidence if any of them try to deny it."

It had been a week since the passing of Miguel Valiente, and the family was still struggling with his absence. Stella and Pedro had stayed at the hacienda for three days before departing, providing Marissa with much-needed support during her time of need. Marissa was deeply grateful for their company; her best friend's companionship was a comforting balm in the midst of her grief.

"Brother, this is Alexander Morales." Mikhail tilts his head slightly. "Isn't he the boy you hate?" I told him I hated the new kid from the Estrada Cartel years ago, after he asked about him. After all, the cartel were his business partners, so I guess it was only natural for him to enquire. However, he does not know the torture and torment Alexander put me through over the years. I didn't dare tell him, knowing he would have torn Alexander' head off. "We haven't always gotten along," I admit.

His friend asked again. " I don't know, she's pretty." He said and gulped his beer. After meeting Riley a few hours ago, he couldn't get her off his head. It was strange to him. Something he hasn't experienced with any other woman. " So what about our mantra?" Your mantra or ours? Miles nearly asked his friend. " M.O.B?" Miles asked. " Yeah." His friend, Tedd, replied chuckling. " Hmm MONEY OVER BITCHES?" Miles said and Tedd laughed.

Miles lives openly, loving without apology. People speak. Tell stories. Someone mentions San Francisco. “He was so excited about the offer,” they say. “But he called Friday night and turned it down. Said he had reasons to stay.” My legs nearly give out. Afterwards, Miles’s mother finds me near the back. Her eyes are red, destroyed. “You worked with him,” she says. “Yes.” “He talked about you.” She squeezes my hand. “Thank you for being his friend.” Friend. The word sits in my throat like broken glass.

The text message arrived at exactly midnight, just as Mikel and I were finally falling asleep after the longest day of our lives. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and the sender's name made my blood turn to ice. *James Morrison.* I hadn't heard from him in five years. Not since he walked out of my life claiming he couldn't compete with a ghost—the ghost being Mikel, even when Mikel wasn't here. "What's wrong?" Mikel asked, immediately alert. He'd gotten good at reading my panic.