Miles Morales Normal Clothes Novels & Stories

"Miles! I'm healthy, wealthy, and wise. I don’t need to go to the hospital." His eyes fixed on the spot where I held him. I soon realised what I was doing and removed my hand. He cleared his throat, downing his glass of water. Miles bobbed his head. "Fine, but if it continues, I won't hesitate to do that." Then, he stood and brought over a stack of new clothes packaged in waterproof nylons. He hung it over the stool next to me. "You said you didn't have the right clothes for the job, so I got you these."

“I will be calling her now.” Miles paused in surprise, unable to respond. Aiden stepped out again. “Mom, just let me--” “Your mother, Miles!” she shouted again, and finally, Aiden gave up. Miles slowly found his feet, beaten and bloodied and wobbly on his knees. He took the phone, typed in his mother’s number, and handed it back. Ms. Morales immediately held it to her ear, arms crossed. They waited in severed silence for a long time, listening to the muffled ring of Ms. Morales cellphone. Miles’s mother answered, and for just a minute, Ms. Morales stepped out of the room.

She’d pricked herself so many times already, her fingers had blood running down them. Morana looked at the pair of pants she was currently working on. Her neck hurt when she leaned down and looked at the shorts, she had worn for the past two days and shook her head. Today, she wanted to wear pants. At first, she had to use a lot of Brandon's clothes, and it kept her comfortable. But, then one night a fiery rage filled her chest and she ended up throwing most of his clothes out of the window.

Valia’s POV Mrs. Morales looked nothing like a woman in her mid-forties. She sat across from me on the dining table, her dark hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders. The simple black dress she wore clung to her curves in a way that made it impossible not to notice how full her breasts were or how gracefully her waist flared into wide hips. Damian sat right beside her, happily chatting about nothing in particular, while Hurst sat on my right, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine under the table.

Then she looked at me for a long moment before grabbing her water bottle. “Damn it. Why didn’t you just say so from the start?” “Sorry, I enjoy teasing people.” I shrugged. “Why doesn’t the owner of the national gym chain dress like their position lately?” Mallory took a sip from her drink. “Did you expect me to wear a glittery tuxedo and a bow tie at the gym? The only suitable attire for my gym is comfortable sportswear. For that, I’m creating a brand of clothing that surpasses expectations about sportswear; just wait a little longer.”

After sending out several resumes, Nina received interview notice from Kya Young, the famous public relation corporation. On that day, Nina Morrison wore an office-lady dress specially with a classical Chanel 2.55. The beauty in the mirror, the white oval face, a pair of glistening big eyes, chestnut hair naturally swirled, looks sweat and intellectual. Nina Morrison clenched her fist in front of the mirror to cheer up, "Nina Morrison, fighting!"

"Tomorrow night, why?" "I have just the thing, be back in a sec" she dashes out, I just stay still _____ "walla," she says holding a black simple dress"what do you think?" "Mum it's hot" I grab it and give her a big hug "it's perfect, I wonder how I look in it since I don't show up on mirror or camera" "Well honey, you'd look amazing" "Thanks, mum" she blows me a kiss and leaves the room "Lookout, there's a new Rita in town" my phone vibrates, I see a text, from an unknown number

Rowan teases with a smile. “I swear to God that nickname has to go away.” Milo answers, getting annoyed by the term lady lovebug while the other four were laughing. Milo started staring at the shirts Caroline picked for him, there were plain black, white with a few tribal designs which weren’t his thing, and a few others which were more bold in colors. "She's pretty." Milo answers. “She’s really pretty.” "What, is she another high profile actress in Hollywood?" Jasper interrogates. Milo got quiet.

Lately, the twins had been trying every possible way to avoid wearing the school uniform and even considered wearing a name tag on their chests, but they gave up because that would affect their overall looks. They went to the back trunk to grab their personal bags before taking out their clothes to change. Just like that, anyone could tell who was who. Catelyn helped fold their school uniforms tidily and placed them back into the bag. Miles was dressed in his signature black jacket and paired it with a baseball hat and a pair of camouflage trousers with big yellow boots. He lifted his chin proudly at Catelyn and was one pair of sunglasses away from looking like a child idol on fashion runway

Across the street from us is the men’s. Margo takes a hesitant step back, causing my attention to move from the building to her. She rakes her hands down her body, seeming to point out her outfit. “The qualifications are that I look like I’m going shopping at Target.” She pulls at the bottom of her oversized sweatshirt, the garment long enough to travel all the way down to her mid-thigh. The sweatshirt and leggings combination is paired with a pair of white sneakers. The shoes seem to at least be new, the white a stark contrast to the dirty sidewalk beneath her feet. “Well, I told you we had a private shopping session with an associate.” “I thought that meant I wouldn’t really be seeing anyo