Miles Morales X Reader Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Cedric was leaning over her, caging Marisol's body between the table and his as his warm breath ghosted over her neck, goosebumps breaking over the length of it as he peered down at the book in her hand, seemingly oblivious to Marisol's inner turmoil as he rumbled quietly in her ear, “What are you reading?” A violent shiver ran down the length of Marisol's spine, her pulse quickening in tandem as her mind struggled to catch on. Brain fogged with desire, Marisol managed a reply, but all that came out was a jumble of syllables that Marisol herself could make no sense of.

Miles Dolores’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist. “Dolores,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...” She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Miles.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

Miles responded. “Well, my friends and I smoked a bowl of that X-Static Shisha, and we downed five shots of tequila each, then we headed to the dance floor. Shortly after that, so creepy ass dude came up behind me grinding his erection into me and started trying to get me to go home with him.” I paused at the pure hatred on Miles’s face, his eyes reflecting what looked like burning embers, but that couldn’t be possible. His eyes were an emerald amber hazel color. “Uhhh…” I stumbled, trying to recall where I had been in my recollection before his look distracted me. “I pushed the creep away from me, and when I did….” I let my voice trail off, not wanting to give life to my imagination. “And w

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

Chapter Six Elio’s POV Fucking hell. Was this a test? A joke? A goddamn punishment? I had spent the last twenty-four hours holding myself back from this boy—this reckless, sharp-mouthed hacker—and now he’s standing there offering himself like it means nothing. He was trembling slightly, but he didn’t back down. His shoulder was bare, his lips parted, his shirt hanging half-off his frame like a deliberate invitation. I exhaled slowly through my nose. Micah had no idea what he was playing with.

“I thought you’re gonna bail on us for this chick you said has been driving you nuts.” Under the light above us, I could see Miles’ cheekbones reddened a little. “I was working.” “Right,” drawled the girl with a knowing smile. She caught the sight of me as I stood behind Miles, and pointed her jaw towards me. “Who’s this?” Miles moved away, giving me some space to step forward. “This is Xyrra.” Then he turned to me and introduced his friends. “This is Rusty and Ashley.”

he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed." "Josh!" My entire face is red now. I pull the books away from him as laughter escapes his lips once again. "Read it and tell me if I'm right. I'll win twenty bucks from Zay if I am!" I throw another pillow at him. He dodges it with his knee. "Okay, okay! It might be okay for you to skip a day of training but unlike your man, my man will kick my ass if I don't go at least part of the day." I nod, looking back at the cover of the books. Two of them have couples embraced in some way, holding the other. One in a kiss while the other is just a passionate hug. The third, however, only depicts a woman. He

Ana whispered, both prayer and warning, “Santiago Morales.” Javier straightened instantly, his eyes lighting up as he had just seen an old friend – or perhaps a benefactor. “Señor Morales,” he greeted the man with a respectful nod, his tone holding a certain reverence that was hard to miss. Mr. Morales simply returned the greeting with a small smile, as if he was used to this kind of reception. Then he turned his attention to me, our eyes meeting for one charged, terrifying heartbeat. There was something unreadable in his gaze – something molten, assessing, unsettling. It made my breath catch.

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,

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