Miles Morales Book Novels & Stories

---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on A****n, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.a****n.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<---------

Ah, but satisfaction brought it back. Dolores shook her head, stepping back from the bars. "Same old Clara. Always thinking you are invincible." She paused, her smirk lightening. "But let me tell you something, sweetheart. The people you are dealing with this time? They are not playing games. Morales isn't like the others. He'll bury you if you so much as blink the wrong way". Clara leaned forward, her fingers curling around the cold metal bars. "Then let's see who blinks first."

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

“Miles, will I ever meet your parents?” He was surprised by the question. Timid, introverted Aiden Morales--the silent kid that could hardly talk to other students--wanted to meet his parents? “If you want to.” “No, I don’t, I was just wondering if you’d make me.” Miles let out a laugh. There he is. That’s the Aiden I know. “I won’t make you do anything,” he finished paying and received his new jewelry with a bow. “That is, unless it’s scaling a roof, joining a bonfire ceremony, or canoeing in the middle of the night.”

A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have. I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity. My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.

Cold sweat covered Peter’s forehead as he hastily explained, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that… I wonder how Annabelle offended you, sir. Nevertheless, I shall apologize to you on behalf of her. Mr. Morales, will you please let this matter pass for my sake?” As he was speaking, Peter bent over and lowered himself. He walked over and poured a glass of whiskey for Mr. Morales. Moreover, he even raised his glass and apologized to Miles. Alas, Miles could not be bothered to pay attention to him. He did not even budge at all while his neck twitched once, and he cracked into a smile that could send a shiver down one’s spine. Miles said, “So, in that case, are you disrespecti