Miles Morales Friends Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here? This is a private vacation with my daughter.” Elena’s gaze slid over to Mia, appraising her slowly from head to toe. “And who is this lovely young thing? She looks far too beautiful to be just a ‘family friend.’” Mia lifted her chin, refusing to be intimidated. “Mia Thompson. Lily’s best friend.” “Best friend,” Elena repeated, amusement flickering in her eyes. “How sweet. You must be very… close to the family.” The way she said it made Mia’s skin crawl.

"I just... finished watching the end of Harry Potter and couldn’t help it." I knew if I told her I wasn’t crying, she would question me more. She always picked up lies easily. "How has Los Angeles been? I always thought of visiting but work kept me busy most of the time." "I know, I had seen your posts on I*******m. I’m so proud of you, my baby. Now those trolls wouldn’t dare say you are only wealthy because of your family’s fortune." She sighed. "I had also seen your posts with Cody. Haven't you outgrown him yet?"

Same unknown number. Mr Louis frowned before swiping the answer button and placing the phone against his ear. "Hello, Mr Louis speaking. Who is this?" Wesley, who was beginning to get pissed that his calls were continuously ignored suddenly had his eyes lit up but they soon dimed almost immediately. A man answered her call?' he was a little bit shocked and surprised she was already with another man despite what was on the ground. "I'm Wesley, Daisy's friend and I actually called to talk to Daisy "

Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face. Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

He had been my friend since high school. He’s human, but has skills like an alien. He knows his job and delivers. Miles owns and runs his own private investigation company. Yes, he knows we exist. Of course, that’s Miles, always doing whatever he likes. I shrugged at his words. I wasn’t in the mood to argue, so I just let him stay. “Yeah, do whatever you want,” I said, already feeling the alcohol kicking in. My mind wandered back to Macy the only girl I’ve ever loved and cared for.

Can I just die? "I'm sure she's watching right now. Hello, you know who you are." Milo says happily with a smile while waving to the camera. I dumped my face on the pillow and screamed. The other boys were smiling and glancing over at Milo but the interviewers didn’t look happy with his answer and I hate the media. "How about you Silas, you're the other single member of this band. Do you have a special friend too right now?" Freddie asks with a smile. "Well, to be honest, our fans are my special friends.” Silas says with a smile.

I smiled, waiting for him to call me up, to acknowledge my role in making this happen. "And I want to give special recognition to the person who made this possible," Miles continued, and my heart started to beat faster. "My sister, Valeria Morretti."

It wasn’t time for us to meet yet. Then, in one of the photos, I saw another man—someone who wasn’t Sebastian. “Milo, who is he?” I stopped him from switching to the next slide. Miles looked at me. “That’s Uncle Cillian. Mom’s friend.” Something struck my memory, the man I saw felt familiar, like I had seen him before. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was truly Cassandra’s friend. But it was possible he was. When we weren’t together, she surely met many men.

Laís looks towards the burly man. "By a miracle, Alessa managed to pass me the cellphone she had with her. I was lucky every time I used it, but since the battery wasn't full, I kept it on for only a few minutes at a time and dialed the number in the phone book," she sighed. "Unfortunately, every time I used it, they moved us. We traveled from city to city in just a few days." I look over at Oliver, who was looking down. "This is Miguel Carrillo, a great family friend and who has been supporting me. He is one of the people responsible for gathering most of the clues about you," I say, smiling at the burly man, now that I finally know his name.

"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.