Miles Morales Book Novels & Stories

I replied, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught in the act of browsing for a book. Miles nodded, his eyes flicking to the book in my hand. “You like history?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile back at him. “Yeah, I do,” I admitted, feeling a little shy about my interests. Miles chuckled and began to tell me about the history book in my hand. It was called “The Werewolf Chronicles: A History of Lycanthropy,” and it delved into the long and mysterious history of werewolves.

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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

The bookstore sat downtown between an old café and an antique shop. It looked ordinary. Small. Quiet. The kind of place people passed without noticing. Morales entered first. The others followed. The scent of old books filled the air. A bell chimed softly above the door. An elderly clerk looked up from behind the counter. "Can I help you?" Morales showed his badge. "We hope so." The clerk's smile disappeared. Ten minutes later, they sat in a small office behind the store. The manager appeared cooperative. Mostly because Morales had explained just enough to convince him the situation was serious.

That means Hitoshi has been taking care of them. I swear, that man is unbelievable. "So uh... ahem! Everyone! My name is uh... Miles Moral-... Reyes!" I awkwardly shouted. Everyone is looking at me... Argh! Public speaking sucks. It makes me want to bungee jump off a cliff without a rope. Getting hit by a truck sounds pleasant too. "A-And ah... as you know! I've bargained with the devil and got all of you free!" Does that sound too cocky? Well, after everything I've done, I am a capable person... hehe. For now, these people need a sense of safety, but how do I do that?

“I will be calling her now.” Miles paused in surprise, unable to respond. Aiden stepped out again. “Mom, just let me--” “Your mother, Miles!” she shouted again, and finally, Aiden gave up. Miles slowly found his feet, beaten and bloodied and wobbly on his knees. He took the phone, typed in his mother’s number, and handed it back. Ms. Morales immediately held it to her ear, arms crossed. They waited in severed silence for a long time, listening to the muffled ring of Ms. Morales cellphone. Miles’s mother answered, and for just a minute, Ms. Morales stepped out of the room.