Miles Morales Friends Novels & Stories

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.

Atasha The steel wire around my ribcage finally snapped into dust. Hearing her scream my name, watching the perfect, rigid senior architect stand in front of me completely drenched, shivering, and losing her absolute mind in public was the most beautiful, devastating demolition I had ever witnessed. There were no corporate blast shields left. There was no clinical doublespeak. It was just Khalia. Raw. Unprotected. Real. "You really are a complete idiot, Khalia Salvador," I whispered, a broken, joyful laugh escaping my throat as my tears finally spilled over my lashes, mixing with the rain on my face.

He liked him a lot. He liked Aiden Morales in all the ways he never expected, and it made his body weak. “If I told you what I want, you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore.” Aiden’s lips parted in shock, shoulders sinking. He didn’t understand--there were so many things about Miles he didn’t understand. It frustrated him, it puzzled him, it drove him crazy. He shook his head, “What are you talking about?” “It would scare you away, that’s all,” Miles admitted quietly, dark eyes melancholy.

I was beyond pissed by the time I reached the party. After searching for Miles everywhere, I finally found him. In a room, with another girl. I couldn't believe it. We weren't technically dating, but to me, we were. I felt completely heartbroken as I ran out of the house, crying, feeling like an idiot. Miles Carter was a notorious player and ladies' man. Why did I think I was any different? I was his best friend's sister, of course he wasn't going to stay with me. I'm just glad he didn't sleep with me and then do this after.

Not for my best friend, my dad, my brother and not for her. Before I could delve deeper into my sad, messed up mind I received a message from an unknown number The person sent me a meme and, I just knew it was Kevin. That put a smile on my face, the first one since stepping into the cold, lonely house that I couldn't even call home. That night I slept dreaming of my budding friendship with Kevin, maybe life will turn out better for me in the end.

He didn't want her to get annoyed with his friends then get back at him later. "What a pity!" Lance said with regret. "It would be nice to have her with us." "Yeah," Miggy agreed. "We could have gotten to know her more." On the way to the fair, his friends still talked about Max. "Isn't Mejares also Cedric's last name? Your mortal enemy?" out of nowhere Lance suddenly asked. "That is just a coincidence. There are a lot of Mejares families in the Philippines. Besides, Cedric and her cousin's whole family are in America." That's the last thing he knew before he left for Casa de Oro.

At the same time, I will also cherish my new friend who unexpectedly brightened my life by just hanging out with me. Tomorrow’s lunch with Miguel would be a welcome escape, a chance to breathe amidst the chaos. He has no idea the effect he has on me, he is so fucking cute. Tue mere thought of him makes me smile like a damn fool, I’m even smiling right now and my smile is obvious to my mom, “This new friend of yours, what is his name?” she asked with a warm smile, looking at me curiously. “His name is Miguel's mom, Miguel Myers. His family used to live in this city but had to relocate because of a tragedy that they couldn’t bear. I still don’t know the whole story, but I’ll find out soon enou

Ashley nodded and hugged Rose. "I'm sorry, Rose, for being so rude on the call. I was angry that you were ignoring me, but now I know. I'm sorry, forgive me!" Ashley said while sobbing. Rose nodded and hugged back. Mile smiled and got up. "Guys guys! Enough crying! Let me celebrate my last days with my close ones. Ashley I have made a last wish list in which I want to spend time with you all. Please, Damon and Ashley, will you both be with me for the last days of mine?" Said Mile in a soft tone. Ashley and Damon nodded and gave a salute to him. "Yay, my best friends!" Said Mile excitedly. Everyone there feels bad for him, as he was so excited to spend his last days with them. They all looked

Somewhere between awkwardness and anticipation, stuck in this emotional tug-of-war until the arrival of Morris. “Relax,” Sophia whispered beside me, bumping my arm. “I am relaxed,” I muttered. “No, sweet girl, you're holding your spoon like it just insulted you.” I dropped the spoon immediately. She smirked. Kyle cleared his throat softly. “So… what exactly does this Morris do?” Damien slammed his glass down just a little too hard. Sophia’s eyes went round. Ella froze mid-bite. I stared at Kyle. "He's. a business partner. And a friend."

At least this way, if he wanted to be with her, she wouldn't have to see them and maybe it'd hurt less. "Are you alright?" Kaleb's voice interrupted her thoughts. She nodded, "Yes. Yes I'm fine" she replied. But she wasn't. —------- Miriam giggled like a schoolgirl when Sasha broke the news to her and Tilly. "Kaleb Luthor—Kaleb Luthor—is going to be working with us?" spluttered Miriam. "Will he wear a pinny?" "Shut up," Tilly told her and Sasha tried to stop herself from bursting into laughter. It was surely weird for Tilly to listen to someone talk about her brother that way, but Miriam kept talking as if she hadn't spoken.