Miles Morales Puffer Jacket Novels & Stories

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

“Cool, can’t wait to talk hockey with him.” “What’s up” In saunters Miles wearing his favorite black jeans with holes in them, a black T-shirt and a baseball cap back to front, and his guitar slung over his shoulder. He’s the same build as Garrett and aside from the fact that Miles has Madi’s eyes, they are identical. He, however has zilch interest in hockey. He wants to make it big in the music industry and to be fair to him, he’s pretty mean on guitar and has a voice on him that makes the chicks fawn.

“You know, I heard the police officers talking when they were here a few weeks ago. Apparently you have pretty nice digs downtown. In some high rise or some shit.” “Yeah, they mentioned something like that to me too.” “Yeah, so that should be cool. Anyway, here's your paperwork. I’ll give you some privacy to get dressed and I’ll be back in a couple minutes, alright?” Miles pulled on the pair of docker khaki pants and hated them almost immediately. The waist was high and the legs were too short, but they fit- sort of. The shirt was long sleeved salmon-polo. Thankfully, the ensemble also came with a decent looking black puffer jacket, which seemed fairly durably made and had a decent number of

I smelt the figure looming behind me before he spoke. "I never thought I'd see the day you'd take that." Miles' familiar voice made me turn around to look at him. The bright lights at the club made me squint my eyes as I assessed him. He was dressed in a wine colored Ralph Lauren t-shirt tucked into blue fitted jeans. As usual, he looked impeccably put together, but I could sense the undercurrent of sleazy seeping off him.

This was said by one of the attendees from Al-Jahir He replied, "Why? Haven't you seen him before? Not only his name is strange .. Wait until you see his clothes. Haha, it's really fucking.. why did they put a torture club on Jimmy Mountain? It really is an insult to the mighty Jimmy Mountain " Then Momo walked out to the ring in a tight black outfit that looked like total perverts.

Pearl says smiling. "thank you ,you look good too." I say as I look at him. He is not dressed in a suit, today he has faded jeans with a white t shirt. He looks yummy. The t-shirt isn't doing justice to my eyes since it covers his body like a glove. The jeans are also a bit tighter and by the outline I can tell that... "momma the video games." A voice disrupts my holy thoughts. It takes me a few seconds to understand what he's talking about. Miles is smirking at me as he caught me staring.

Miles rushed into the store and saw that it have been ransacked, his face fell, and he clenched his fists instinctively. Rushing out of the store, he saw a car driving off. He turned around, and looked at the floor, he discovered that they have taken Papa Shu away. He exhaled in relief, locked the store after cleaning the blood, and left. At dusk, Mora returned from an audition looking moody. “Mom, what is it?” Miles asked, Mora, squeezed a smile. the audition she went to, turned out bad, they disqualify her directly without giving her a chance to even sing, and they consider her as someone who has outgrown the age of being scouted.