Miles Morales Novel Novels & Stories

I had hidden it under a loose floorboard in the mansion’s laundry room, right under my mother’s nose. But Marcos, one of the kitchen boys, had been watching me. He waited until I went to sleep, and he took it all. When I woke up and saw the empty hole in the floor, I felt like someone had ripped my heart out. "Looking for this?" Marcos asked the next morning, waving my envelope of cash in the hallway. "A little bird told me you’ve been working in the city, Valeria. Maybe I should tell your mother. Maybe I should tell the Patron."

A fully developed continuation of the Del Fuego saga, written in immersive prose and crafted . This chapter explores how Maria’s literary success begins to draw national media attention, and how the Del Fuego family—especially Jericho and Celeste—must navigate the sudden shift from quiet legacy to public scrutiny.

I'm a whore! Miles jumps down from the desk. "Knowledge is power." He says, swiftly grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the bookshelf. I'm facing the bookshelf, while he stands facing me with his back to the bookshelf. "Pick the book farthest to the right on the top shelf. I read it last week; it was very helpful." "No! Your powers first." Morien shouts, but before he could run over to stop me, Miles is already lifting me by the waist, his fingers digging into my ass, while my breast presses into his shoulders and chest.

He didn't know about it and so it would be impossible for the chasen to sniff him out using the fear for it he didn't even have but also this whole madness was supposed to have been over at the death of the chasen but it wasn't so who knew what rules still applied and which ones didn't. It was all just a mess and it had Molly crying her eyes out. She thought that part of her life was over and that they had moved on from it and were going to live in peace but no, the nightmare was barely over and just like that it was back. They hadn't even begun to move on and the nightmare was back. When was it going to end? Was it ever going to end? Was Molly Moon ever going to be free? In that moment she

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

ISABELLA 🌸 “Let her in, the don wants to see her.” I stared at the man who’d told me to wait at the gates as he conversed with the security guard. My fingers clutched my purse tightly, and I gulped down a hard swallow. After five years of running away, I was back in his den. “You can come in now. He’ll take you to La Mano Nera.” I nodded subtly and walked into the building. My eyes stared around the familiar space, and a cold sensation spread across my chest.

When they stopped running, Mora was tired, she sat along a street bench, looking at a beautiful light. “Everything has changed, there are lots of high-rise buildings unlike before, a lot of cars…” she mumbled dejectedly. Miles was worried about his mother “Mom, don't worry, I will make money for you” he vowed. “Silly boy, you will have to go to school” Mora reprimanded. They spent the night outside, Mora took Miles to ask around for Boss Cool, but to their dismay, they had no news about him.

“You’re also kicking me to the curb?” “Well, I mean, currently I’m homeless because my apartment has been turned upside down, so we’re both for the streets, my boy,” I threw my head back, laughing. “Right, so here’s what I’m thinking,” Miles turns to us after a while of more reading and searching. “I’m going to call the Russians and find out if they know a thing or two about La felicia. We gotta be sure about that first. Obviously I’ll use a burner phone. And if they do know and they want it, then it’ll be an exchange for protection,”

As we come up to the house where Miles and Milo live we start to see people milling in and out of the house. There’s laughter and music coming from inside. I look back at Nova and smile, she smiles back and we step through. “Yo Leah!” Miles calls , I wave and he heads over with Milo following from behind. “Hey Leah” ,”hey Milo, I brought Nova with me hope that’s ok”. Miles freezes and stares past me to Nova. I look back at her and she seems uncomfortable so I take a step back so I’m standing side by side with her. I might be excited for this party but if she cant stay I won’t either. Nova looks Miles in the eye and hold her hand out “I’m Nova , here to help with all the treaty shit. If it’s

"I couldn't do it. So I walked her out. It was the right thing to do, and I got in trouble for it. Your team requesting me couldn't have come at a better time, truth be told." Diha was back to staring at him, all that information processing through her brain. There were nuances she could see now that she wouldn't have when they'd arrived. Miles was a man who believed in right and wrong. He also had an understanding and compassion for people who looked different. Maybe ones that reminded him of his Nan, a woman out of place in a foreign country.