Miles Morales X Peni Parker Novels & Stories

I don’t see anyone up there. I approach the vehicle for lack of any alternatives, and I realize that it’s the Angry Man. “Do you know who I am?” he asks as I draw near. I shake my head. The situation takes on a surreal quality. “I remember you,” I say. “But I don’t know your name.” “My name’s Alan Parker, father of Melissa, husband of Janet.” The words hit as though he’s thrown stones at me. I feel that the knowledge should illuminate what’s happening to me, but it doesn’t.

But, judging from the menacing look in Vincent's eyes, I had a feeling that he knew who the sender was. I reached over and gave his hand a gentle squeeze to remind him that I was on his side. To me, he was no beast and even if he was, it might sound cliche, but I was willing to be his beauty. "Melissa Black, you have accused Vincent Morgan of the Crystal River Pack of physically assaulting you, do you agree?" Elder Parker said and she stood up. "Yes, I agree. I hope you'll agree with me that his behavior must be frowned upon and the appropriate punishment should be meted out to him," she spoke. I was barely restraining myself from yelling profanities at her.

I rammed into him, my breath coming in short. Miles cried out, throwing his head back. His moans get more uncontrollable. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t hesitate to see everyone, with how loud he is. “Oh fuck,” Miles came so hard, he screamed, his legs shaking on my shoulder. With every thrust, he screamed, trying to pull away from overstimulation. “Fuck, Emmanuel,” he cried out, spreading his thighs as far as they can go, to cup his pussy, his wide eyes staring at me. “Oh shit, w-wai-“

He slipped behind me on the lounger and pulled me to his chest. I stared over at luis and wondered how I was going to get this all out without Drake freaking out. Glancing over my shoulder, Drake had his head rested against the lounger with his eyes closed. "You two must have had loads of fun last night," I teased. Drake groaned. "Yeah, Lane never fails in that department." I furrowed my brows. "Lane? Who's Lane?" "Lane Parker," luis answered. "He's a huge pornstar from the Western region. He's decided to join ranks with Drake. He took us out to celebrate last night."

For some reason I believed in this kid. His government name was Parker Miles, and he brought the confidence and aura we needed for the label. He’s about 6’0, rough dark skin, hair worn in dread locks that he kept neat and clean. He has a taste for the finer things in life, just lacked the resources. Remarkably, he doesn’t believe in selling drugs. Says his mother would turn over in her grave if he were to get involved in the life. Besides, that’s what pretty much ended her and his older brother’s life.

I watched as his lips twitched devilishly up. “Surprise that I know your name?” He ticked then his expression hardened. “I know everything about you, little thief,” He pushed the gun hard on my chin. I gasped, praying to the heavens that he doesn’t hit the trigger. “Mira Parker ... moved to Silcily five years ago. 23 years," he smirked and my breathing stopped for real this time. “Work at Quiet Fig, a local coffee shop down the roadside during the day then at Noir Paradise during the night,”

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

Mora shook her head, wondering when their two will stop fighting each other, Rogan appeared in their sight, and he roared crazily, he was upset. Mora threw the fruit towards him, he caught it, and escaped immediately, “do you want him to die of starvation, Miles?” “No, he is my friend, who am I going to spar with if he dies?” Miles retorted, blinking his eyes innocently. Mora reposted “go and play the piano, I want to listen to it” “Mama, is the best” Miles shrieked with excitement, and ran over to the piano, he sat down and started playing it.

“How about we just finish him? Like Ramon Ortega. A prison fight. Quick. Clean. Done.” Parker’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before snapping open,his body jerking, panic flickering across his face. “There’s… there’s a problem,” he stammered, his words spilling out in a rush. Helena paused, her hand freezing mid-stroke. “A problem?” she repeated, her voice like a knife’s edge.

He looked up from the computer. "Well, if it isn't Tru Parker," he smiled as I walked up to the counter. "How's school?" Maverick was a cute mix of Irish and Filipino, with brown hair and gray eyes. A smattering of freckles dusted his cheeks and his eyes tilted just enough to make him look like he was smiling even when he wasn't. He was a little taller than me with wide, muscled shoulders. "Homework sucks."