Miles Morales Novel Novels & Stories

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

And somehow, the worst part was, he still missed the way Janice used to moan his name when he was balls-deep inside her. She was the one who had introduced him to that fine line between pleasure and pain. There was only one other woman who made him feel anything close to what he had with her. The name came unbidden to his mind. Marisol. “Breaking News.” The reporter spoke in the background. “Reports are coming in that a man gunned down in a motel parking lot is Chad Morrison, son of Elizabeth Vale and Jimmy Morrison. Stepson of billionaire philanthropist Marvin Vale. Eyewitness reports say that it appears to be a drug deal gone wrong.

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?”

That means Hitoshi has been taking care of them. I swear, that man is unbelievable. "So uh... ahem! Everyone! My name is uh... Miles Moral-... Reyes!" I awkwardly shouted. Everyone is looking at me... Argh! Public speaking sucks. It makes me want to bungee jump off a cliff without a rope. Getting hit by a truck sounds pleasant too. "A-And ah... as you know! I've bargained with the devil and got all of you free!" Does that sound too cocky? Well, after everything I've done, I am a capable person... hehe. For now, these people need a sense of safety, but how do I do that?

“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.

Ah, but satisfaction brought it back. Dolores shook her head, stepping back from the bars. "Same old Clara. Always thinking you are invincible." She paused, her smirk lightening. "But let me tell you something, sweetheart. The people you are dealing with this time? They are not playing games. Morales isn't like the others. He'll bury you if you so much as blink the wrong way". Clara leaned forward, her fingers curling around the cold metal bars. "Then let's see who blinks first."

Miles came out and pointed his gun at X. He knew X. That night, Morris tried to convince X to stay and serve him. Instead, he was threatened. Miles was lucky that he escaped that night, but it left an impression on him. Morris sent his men to locate X. However, the man disappeared and could no longer be found. Miles did not expect to see him again. This time, as enemies. “You know me?” X was surprised to hear the tone from Miles. He had always practiced a clean sweep in all of his missions—no one was left alive.

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,

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

If it was someone else, spying on the Molson family's privacy like this. Miles definitely got suspicious. But this little girl was different. At that time, he saw the little girl put down her backpack and quietly save a lot of people. When I looked for her at the end, she wasn't even there. Miles totally trusted this kid's character. He sat up shakily, then got out of bed. The sunlight came through the window and shone right on Miles, like an old man at dusk who still stood straight, keeping his dignity. "I had something on my mind, but it's been so long, I just thought I'd let it go."