Miles Morales Best Friend Novels & Stories

I was heading toward my car when a figure broke free from beside one of the police cars and threw herself at my feet. It was Samantha. Wendy's nails had left bloody scratches all down her face. She was a mess of tears and snot, nothing left of the girl who'd been looking down at everyone just an hour ago. "Cassandra, I'm sorry. I swear I mean it this time. Please help me. I still have to go to college. We were best friends, weren't we? I used to walk to school with you every single day. I was always there for you. You're such a good person. You literally put yourself in danger for me. Please, just one more chance. That's all I'm asking."

“What is up between her and Liam?” He frowns. “The hell. How did you notice?” I shrug. “I have eyes and ears and a brain…. tell me everything…” Miles tells me new details. The story keeps getting weirder. Liam, his past assistant, whose name Miles borrowed, is Miles’ best friend. No, not best friend. He called him his brother. So now I am trying to process that he is Isha’s ex-boyfriend too. “So… that night When I vanished from the club…” Miles adds. “I had to go to take care of something serious… because Liam suddenly figured out about Isha… and he went to the golden bridge. He scared the crap out of me, to be honest…”

I feel like I'm being played with evil and I'm seeing something. "Yeah..." I answered weakly. My eyes were locked on his gaze and somehow, his eyes were amused looking at me. I don't know why but that's what I see. It feels like, he knows something about me. "Hi!" Suddenly a greeting came from behind it. That's Marcus. He was smiling just like the Lucas I've known. "Hello." I greeted her back and I even waved. "Hiiii!" Misha congratulated him. "I am Misha Mijares by the way, her best friend." Misha introduced Marcus.

I had to hold him back and lead him inside. Inside, Mom was watching TV. She smiled when she saw us. “Oh, you’re home. And… who’s this, Lila?” Mom asked. Miles approached her politely, hugged her gently, and introduced himself. “I’m Miles, your daughter’s best friend.” Mom smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, Miles. Have you guys had dinner?” “Yes, we did,” I said. “Actually, we went with Jax and Theo, but they didn’t stop by.”

One especially infuriating thing about Kieran Darjee is that she thinks she knows every fucking thing. She thinks she knows exactly how I feel and what I think. If she’d bother to ask every once in a while, she’d know just how wrong she is. Disregarding however I might feel about her, why would I not want her to be at the celebration? She’s been my best friend since we were kids and we’ve always gone to the celebration together, so why would that change now? We’ve let bygones be bygones and are choosing to ignore the fact that we were estranged for two years, so ideally, nothing has changed between us. Or am I expecting too much?

“Guards died searching for you in the deep woods, having to fight rogues which were none of their business, but because of you, they fought until they died!” “I didn't ask for their help or anyone else, especially not yours.” “This is precisely what I'm talking about. Selfish entitled bitch is what you are, and you are never going to change your name, I can't believe my parents really thought you could be the Luna of this pack.” “Why didn't you tell me everything? I thought we were best friends” “Best friend? You are better off as an enemy than just a friend, I would have killed you if it weren't for Theo.”

I think we were running off pure adrenaline by the end of it. I chuckled, but my eyes slid to Allison, and there was a worried furrow in my brow. "Sounds like you two have had quite the adventure," I said. Hannah grinned. "Definitely. Allison is my rock. I don't know what I'd do without her. Allison's flush deepened. She was grateful and full of guilt at Hannah's praise, relieved she had her support, but at the same time, sickeningly reminded of the secret she kept from her best friend. She glanced across me, I returned a small, encouraging smile.

*Scarlet* On Christmas Eve 26 years ago, I came into this world, a healthy, baby girl; but I wasn't the only one born on that day. Enter, Cole Caldwell; the other baby in my neighborhood, born Christmas Eve, 26 years ago. Also known as my best friend. His brother Johnny is one of my best friends too, but Cole and I have been attached at the hip since we entered this world. Years and years of sexual tension between us, yet, we NEVER have crossed that line. It's not like I haven't wanted to, the same goes for Cole; we just didn't want to ruin our friendship. Friends having sex, usually, never turns out good. I don't want to lose my best friend over something as simple as SEX. We both just rece

“ I am glad, I'd never lost my childhood friend. The most interesting part is that my childhood friend and best friend are the same person. It still feels surreal. ” “ Same here. ” Joseph replied, putting his arms around her. “ It's so astonishing how fate brought us together despite all we had to go through. ” “ I believed those that are destined to be can't be separated. ” “ You are right. ” Mira said, propping her head on his shoulders. “ Thank you for coming into my life, Jose. ” “ Same here, Miranda. ” He grinned, thinking of all those years wasted, searching for his childhood best friend only to realize that he'd gotten her back. His best friend, the one he'd always had and needed.

Iris pointed out, amused by her best friend and Mariana thought for a minute before realization dawned on her. She was about to defend herself when they turned around hearing Iris's name being called by an oddly familiar voice. They kissed their teeth in irritation meeting Miles face and he had a huge grin on his face. “Wow, I was uncertain if it was you being that you're all covered up. I'm glad I was right. Hello Mariana Willem, my future wife's best friend.” Miles spoke, sounding goofy and the girls turned to each other and laughed. Was he being serious right now?