Miles Morales Novel Novels & Stories

Morales took the glass of water from the table and threw it over her face. Everything happened so fast, Carina Morales could only close her eyes and let the water pour over her head and face. The guests in the cafe also looked in their direction curiously, not understanding what was going on. Mrs. Morales gritted her teeth and shouted: "What a licentious, disgusting thing. Aren't you ashamed of what you've done? I feel ashamed for you, too.” Carina Morales pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the pain in her heart. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped her face, and said helplessly, “Why do you say that? I don't understand what have I done to be ashamed of?"

"Miles." Miles smiled and embraced them, his arms warm and familiar, his laughter filling the room like sunlight breaking through clouds. "Meadow, Hazel, I didn't know you were here." Rose was surprised to see him, her breath catching in her throat. Miles was based in California because that was where Giselle's biggest chain of supermarkets were. The ones in Chicago were small, so Giselle managed them herself. Seeing him here, now, sent a rush of warmth through her chest.

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.

My principles were intact and I followed them strictly. I was surprised to see Melissa outside the Mansion alone. She was under the Marquee, leisurely sitting and flipping the page of the novel from yesterday when I arrived late in the evening. She seem to have gained her strengths now and could tour around the Mansion. I wanted to sneak into the Mansion as she was the last person I want to see. Seemingly, seeing her around was causing me chronic pain and aching regret. She was the cause of all that happened. Her encounter with me had brought to me nothing but misfortune, therefore, seeing such a person frequently might cause my life a brand new disaster!

In a moment of panic, she just stood there, unsure of whether to run or sink her hand in her pocket and pretend she had a firearm. Then a powder-blue Porsche pulled up right next to her, its tires screeching as the brakes were suddenly applied. With extreme confusion etched over her face, she simply watched as the window rolled down. Then she immediately frowned. “You?” “Me,” Santiago Morales said with a charming smile. “Get in if you want to see the light of day.” Lola was skeptical, ready to back away and run this time. But… how far could she run? Who knew how many more of these maniacs casually waited by the sidewalk, preparing to ambush her?

He descended the steps, the lion unchained once more. And the hunt began. -------------------------------------------------------♥------------------------------------------------------- The café was dark behind shuttered glass, the street cold and wet, rain falling mercilessly on his jacket. Santiago knocked two quick taps; the bolt slid, and Javier opened, looking tired. “Señor Morales,” he breathed, relief and dread in the same exhale. “What brings you – “ “Names,” Santiago said gently, stepping inside, out of the rain. “La nueva chica – I need her surname.” Javier looked puzzled, even startled. “Valerie? Is she… in trouble?”

“Don’t worry about me, my sister will bail me out.” “Good for you.” The minutes were passing by and in those minutes I could only think about the best way to explain myself to Vincenzo. How could I tell him that I ended up in a cell over a dress? Where would that leave me? “Aria Morales?” The officer called out my name. “Morales?” I heard the girl whisper. “That’s me!” I got up from the cold bench and made my way to the bars. I slowed my pace as the male figure behind the officer slowly revealed himself.

“You chose to stand by her, and now, you’ll face the consequences.” Morales lifted his eyes, and for the first time, Ramos saw them—eyes void of the fierce defiance he had known so well. There was nothing left in them but emptiness. His face, pale and streaked with tears, bore the unbearable knowledge of his own guilt. The weight of his deeds was suffocating him, yet he seemed to have already resigned to it. This wasn't just the death of his sister; this was the death of his soul.

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.

Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze darting nervously between them as her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Alexander’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her. He didn’t recognize the woman, but her demeanor was almost painfully shy. “I… My last name is Morales,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting here for you for a long time.” “Morales?” Alexander repeated, his expression hardening. “Yes,” she said quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I came here specifically about the Morales family’s situation.” Her cheeks deepened into a crimson hue as her gaze flickered nervously up to Alexander’s face. He stood under the warm glow of the lobby lights,