Miles Morales I Made A Mistake Novels & Stories

“Mr Sirenio-“ “Manando,” Miles corrected with a glare to the other taller policeman. “It’s Mr Manando. If you’re going to show up every day to harass while I’m in pain, the least you can do is call me by the correct name,” I smiled to myself, having expected this type of attitude from him. My sweet boy’s smart mouth knows no bounds. “You were in London two months before the incident,” the short policeman went on. “My mother died,” Miles provided. “She was sick, and I had to be there,”

But if I were to go back even further, to watch a life fade away before my eyes, I think, even knowing the outcome, I probably still would have reached out and taken that battered werewolf home. After a long silence, Eric looked at my calm face, and a pained smile twisted his lips, uglier than tears. "Sera, I still owe you an apology." I failed you, I hurt you. I'm sorry. I listened quietly, without responding, without expression. The alert signaling the end of the call time sounded. I put down the receiver, turned, and walked away without looking back. My future stretched out before me—bright, uncharted, and full of promise.

Kane stood and left, giving us privacy. Sarah also tactfully retreated to a distance. "What are you doing here?" I asked calmly. Damon got down on his knees before me. "I came to apologize and make amends." "Stand up." I frowned. "This looks pathetic." "No, I have to kneel," he said through tears. "Elena, I know I made unforgivable mistakes. I was blinded, fooled, and I hurt the one person I should never have hurt." I looked at him, my heart unmoved.

Maya got up switching off the TV and I looked at him, “Dax? “FUCK!” he responded, looking between in trying to form words. I watched attentively as Dax pulled his phone out as he played a video and I saw a man holding a gun at my brother speaking before he hit him unconscious or dead. My ears were ringing as I moved back a little falling on the couch. He is dead and it’s all because I fucked up. I’m supposed to protect him, and I failed and it’s because of me. “Is he dead?” Maya asked with a horrified look.

I didn't know what I was capable of. I slipped out of the bed and stopped in front of the mirror. My face was sad. Jasper had nothing to do with it. I was sad, exhausted and worried. I had to meet his parents. I needed days to figure out things properly. My mind only wanted to think about Carlos. He was his favourite topic these days. My body was feeling fatigued as I couldn't sleep last night. It was still early. I sauntered back to the mattress. Sliding under it, I closed my eyes again. 'I have enough cash for a few months.'

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

He stiffened his body, and his jaw grew taut as he met the intensity of Ramos's gaze. "I know I made a mistake, Ramos," Morales said calmly, with a note of frustration creeping in. "She slipped past on my watch. That is my fault. But this is different. I was following her move for every inch. No chance of running this time around for her to slip past." Ramos crossed his arms, his face a mix of frustration and resolve. "This is not about pride, Morales. Every time we do not find her, she becomes more lethal-to herself and to everyone else. We are wasting time."

He had been injured, but the wound was not serious. Morris grimaced. He assumed that X had declined Morris’ request before attempting the assassination. To Morris’ dismay, X did not succeed and even let Edmund run away. “When did this happen?” Morris was irritated that things were not in his control. “It’s around the time we contracted a killer.” Reminded of X, Miles was terrified. Miles often worked out, ranking pretty high within the organization. However, he was defenseless against X. His fear stemmed from the wide gap between him and X.

A poor calculation. He might be a brilliant strategist on the battlefield, but when it came to a war of public opinion, his skills still needed sharpening. Because all he accomplished was making things worse. I didn't care. All I wanted was to leave. I had just settled into the carriage when Elanor climbed in behind me in a hurry. Lucien and my parents had apparently managed to escape the crowd first. She handed me her tablet. The headlines were already flooding. MOTHER'S RAGE ENDED IN TRAGEDY?

she hissed, her eyes narrowed into slits. “I…” “Don’t!” she barked, cutting me off. “Don’t even try to lie, Nadia! This video is everywhere! Do you know how humiliating this is for our family?” I stood frozen, unable to speak. My mind was blank, and for once, I couldn’t come up with a single excuse. She was right. There was no talking my way out of this one. Mrs. Morales glared at me, her face red with fury. “Haven’t I warned you? Haven’t I told you a million times to stay away from trouble? But no, you don’t listen! You never listen!”