Miles Morales What If Novels & Stories

Caught off guard by the turn of events, he was eager to turn things around. By the looks of the situation now, Morris needed to re-strategize. The plan was to kill Edmund. Then Morris could take over the Wittersons, and X would be compensated with half of the Wittersons’ fortune. Alas, Morris hired an enemy instead. This really set Morris back. Miles was gravely injured. He would need a few days in the hospital. Most of his men lost mobility and needed medical treatment. A good handful of them might need to leave the Viper’s Den for good.

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."

Moura hit the Jackpot. "You." Willie didn't take two seconds to answer his question. "If I ask for proof, will you prove it to me?" Moura asked. "Undoubtedly." "Fine." Moura stood up and gripped Willie's wrist, dragging him out of the cafe without saying anything. ~~~~~~~~<<<<<<<~~~~~~~ Miles was so happy that he was free for today. His class was over, and he got no other activity today. The pain in his elbow was getting unbearable for him now. He took the painkiller, but it was of no use.

He whispered, visibly agitated by the way his fist was barely clenched and shook so hard. Who is he? But the idea of who Soriano was referring to perplexes me even more. Who are they going to finish off? It's impossible to be Ciara, she's currently in the hospital and is unlikely to make it to San Roque. Well, if ever she did, why would she go there all of a sudden, and these people know she'll be arriving there at the time? How could they possibly be aware of everything? I clicked my tongue and thought of another person who might be their target. If it's not Ciara, then who could possibly be that person?

“Face the truth for myself?” With that comment, Miller lowered his head and stepped to the side. Just behind him, another figure stood up from the crowd surrounding the fire and ambled toward them. He was significantly taller and looked older than most of them, but no better dressed. Unlike anyone else, he was displaying a rather arrogant smile as he approached the entourage. “Morales. I don’t believe we’re expecting your group back so soon,” he stated, outstretching his arms carelessly. “If everyone under my lead was just as sad and pitiful as you then how do you think that would reflect upon me?”

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

' Mira answered herself inwardly. That day should have been her last day if it wasn't for the deal she struck with the man. Her so-called sister,the same one she was pitying now, would have become her ticket to hell. She would be standing before Hazia at this time, probably begging for a second chance of not a third one

“If you want me to involve the FBI—if you need their help—I can make it happen.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Wouldn’t that be a problem, considering the whole Morales situation?” We can’t just ignore that, and I’m afraid they might start asking questions if we get them involved. His lips twitch into a faint smirk. “They think Morales left the country for some secret mission. No one’s looking for him.”

*********** Hey y'all, let me know in the comments what you'll do if you were Mila. How would you react to all of this?

Cold sweat covered Peter’s forehead as he hastily explained, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that… I wonder how Annabelle offended you, sir. Nevertheless, I shall apologize to you on behalf of her. Mr. Morales, will you please let this matter pass for my sake?” As he was speaking, Peter bent over and lowered himself. He walked over and poured a glass of whiskey for Mr. Morales. Moreover, he even raised his glass and apologized to Miles. Alas, Miles could not be bothered to pay attention to him. He did not even budge at all while his neck twitched once, and he cracked into a smile that could send a shiver down one’s spine. Miles said, “So, in that case, are you disrespecti