Miles Morales Girlfriends Novels & Stories

"He brought this many men? If I didn't know better, I'd think he absolutely hated his girlfriend." "Good thing he failed. At least now she sees what kind of animal he really is." "Saying she wasted his time? That's actually hilarious." "Look at how that whole family dresses. They've definitely been living off her money for years." "With someone supporting him like that, his job probably wasn't bad either." "If she kept putting off marriage, maybe it's because he wasn't ambitious enough." "I doubt that's the only reason. That homegirl of his keeps calling herself his queen or whatever. Who could tolerate their boyfriend having a girl like that around?"

"huh? Mari is single ever since birth, she is one of those women who were labeled as No Boyfriend Since Birth or NBSB." "Then, who the hell is that man, he claims to be the boyfriend of Mari" "well, then don't believe him cause I know Mari more than anyone here and she tells me everything so it is impossible that she has a boyfriend." "excuse me, miss….may I ask your name?" asked inspector Lin "ah! Jessa…Jessa Gomez. Mari is my best friend and roommate as well. may I know what is really going on? It's not funny not knowing what happened to my best friend"

“But at least he has someone now.” “That human girl?” Mia scoffs. “Please. That’s Mira. She’s not his girlfriend. She likes him, sure, but she’s literally been following him around since yesterday. They’ve only known each other for one day.” I blink. “Wait—really?” Mia nods. I exhale, rubbing my temples. Well, shit. “I thought she was his second-chance mate or something.” "But Aria, you’d know if she was. You’d feel the bond snap," Mia says.

The absolute, devastating loss of her only baby boy. Miles had only been seventeen years old when he suddenly ran away. A girl was entirely to blame, of course. In Norma's mind, they always were. She was a beautiful, fiery Hispanic waitress working the summer season at the exclusive Galencia Bay Yacht Club. Miles, naive and entirely sheltered from the real world, had fallen madly, hopelessly in love with her.

I need to keep them hidden until I can figure out who Logan is and if he is a threat to us. I look at Logan, walking towards me with the beautiful Michelle Morris on his arm. Michelle Morris is a supermodel. She was always more beautiful than Celeste. However, she and Logan were always an item, and nobody dared to touch Logan's girlfriend. Logan looks irritated as he pushes her hand away from his arm.

He always looked out for me and thought about what I may or may not need, which was why I thought of him as the best boyfriend ever. I turned my attention to Michael's sister and looked at her closely. She had nice, long, shiny blonde hair, almost like honey blonde colored hair. Her eyes were bright blue, just like her brother's. She was gorgeous. If Jacob wasn't gay, I could imagine him being all over her. "Hi, I am Melody. Michael's sister," she said. I smiled. "I know. You look just like him." I giggled. "Michael told me a lot about you," she said.

I didn't know what to say to that. He signaled the waitress for more coffee. She came over, poured it, left. "You're my friend," Liam said. "I'm not going to pretend I understand. I don't. But I'm not going to walk away either." "You should." "Why?" "Because I'm poison. Everyone I get close to gets hurt." "That's not true." "It is. My mom died. My sister hates me. Jay's going to leave eventually." Liam leaned forward. "You don't know that."

Beau's POV I had a gentle and beautiful girlfriend. My friends envied me, and my family approved of her. I used to feel proud that she was mine. But all of that shattered in an instant because of the patient sitting in front of me. "Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer. She's going to kill you." "What nonsense are you talking about?" My eyes widened as I rose from the chair. I was deeply offended by what I had just heard. "If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out."

A small, humorless smirk touched his lips. “You think it’s that simple?” My chest tightened. “It has to be,” I replied quickly. “There’s no other way.” “There’s always another way.” His tone was calm. Too calm. Like he had already thought about it. Like he had already decided. I shook my head. “No. Not this time.” I took a step back, putting more space between us. Between me and the problem. Between me and him. “You’re engaged to my sister, you would be married to her in less than a month” I continued, my voice steadier now, even though my heart was anything but steady. “Whatever happened that night shouldn’t have happened. It can’t happen again.”

He had always admired Morris' lighthearted spirit and kind nature. "How can I forget you, Morris?" Miles replied with a smile while accepting Morris's hand, and they both shook hands. "Nice to see you again too." Miles already knew Morris because they both met during our trip to Palawan, Philippines, many years ago. It was a breathtaking journey that left an indelible mark on our lives. And I am impressed by how Miles still hadn't forgotten Morris even after all those years had passed. As fate would have it, Miles and Morris crossed paths once again. They let go after shaking hands, their connection seemingly stronger than ever. To catch up on lost time, Miles and I eagerly followed Morris t