Miles Morales Jumps Off Building Novels & Stories

“Stay alert. Jocelyn you can check at the east wing of the sea while Miles stays here. Be careful, I am not sure whether it is a trap or not and at all times, be cautious. ” “Got it ” Jocelyn took out her G string, opened it up, threw it and when it had hanged, she flew to the other building opposite the one she got down from. Miles laces up himself to any thing that might happen, besides, they were talking about the most dangerous criminals and them being outnumbered was a disadvantage to them. He felt the creeping shadows enclosing him and a flying person. Before he could react, his nose was covered and he was thrown down to the last floor of the building and he landed on the ground.

From that highest point, Zeres jumped down making Abigail to scream. Definitely, that was the highest building there in town and to say that he had such guts to jump down with so much boldness. After his feet landed on the cold floor, Abigail quickly pushed him away from her. "Are you trying to kill me or something?"

Gulp! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily and said, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that. You’re a bigshot, so how will I have the audacity not to show you respect? The critical problem is that Annabelle has been having her menses for the past two days—” Before he could finish his sentence, Miles slapped him. A resounding clap was heard, and he was knocked unconscious from the blow before he tumbled to the ground.

Lucas desperately took a step forward but stopped when Miles sobbed once again. "Don't talk about them." Miles fisted his hands tightly. "It's May 12th, important day for you. Please, think about it—-don't-don't do anything. Step down." Lucas had his hands up; he just wants to run and grab a hold of Miles's arm and pull him down but Miles is standing on a very edge. One wrong move and he'll jump off. "I SAID, DON'T TALK ABOUT THEM," Miles yelled and tried to move his body when his foot slipped, and he lost balance. He felt his whole body pulled down toward the ground, gravity.

He must have concluded that I had fallen asleep by now. "Zora," I began as I climbed out of bed, "what floor are we on?" "Level eight, Talon," Zora replied. "Could you open the windows?" I requested. Zora unlocked and pulled the large screen open. I walked toward the balcony, and my eyes widened at the height. I leaned back against the window and shut my eyes. There was no way in hell I would jump from this height; I would be a flat pancake by the time I hit the ground. My strength was already severely limited, and making it through a day of training under such conditions would be a miracle. Attempting to jump from the eighth floor would be nothing short of suicide.

There used to be millions. "What can I get you sweet face?" he asks as he wipes down the counter. I pull my gun making him jump back with his hands up. I turn around aiming it at the glass around the iron chain. I fire three times before the cage gear holding the chain is released. The crowd breaks into panic as the cage falls and shatters in the center of the dance floor. I turn back to the other to see Miles has an unconscious Rocket over his shoulder trailing blood behind him. There is no way I'm going to get through this crowd. I climb up on the bar and run towards the exit.

Hawthorne pushed Jasmine away from the fence and said firmly, "There is no room for your escape." Jasmine resisted the rescue, her thoughts were jumbled and the desire to escape guided her steps. Determinedly, she tried to climb again for the sake of freedom, unaware that Mr. Hawthorne was ready to take drastic measures. With a sudden movement, Jasmine's body was lifted and thrown into the swimming pool. The sound of the water broke the silence of the night, marking the end of Jasmine's desperate attempt to jump off the tall building.

“Stop, police!” The officers started pursuing. Several of them started to chase after the suspect, calling in the incident through their radios as I manipulated their cameras to zoom in. There was something about the person’s gait that was troubling. They had sudden and erratic bursts of speed. They were wearing the red of the Moon Goddess as they ran away. When they hit the side of a tall building and started to scale it, leaping into the air, and scrambling up the side. The cameras stopped moving. “How the hell could he do that?”

Even the ground vibrated slightly. Levi’s camera fell to the ground. “What’s going on?” He asked the people outside, but no one could answer him. Downstairs, Caleb had driven over in a heavy truck. He stepped on the gas pedal from outside the gate, rushed several hundred meters forward, broke through the gate, and even broke through the building. He directly crashed into Miles’ living room. The maids were screaming, fleeing in all directions. Miles was so frightened that the cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Bright signs flickering even in daylight. For a brief moment I think we are safe. Then I hear the door behind us slam open. They followed us up the building. Mark pulls me across the rooftop. “We need height,” he says. “There is no more height.” “There is distance.” The next building is close enough to jump. Barely. I stare at the gap. “You cannot be serious.” “Trust me.” He runs toward the edge. I follow because stopping now would mean capture. Mark leaps. His body clears the gap easily and lands on the next rooftop with silent precision.