My Name Is Miles Morales Novels & Stories

“Okay, if everyone has settled in..... let’s start then.” The man who is in his 50’s said who sits beside the pretty lady who is just silently looking at me. “Before we start let me introduce myself just for the young lady, for Anna’s sake. Ahmnnn my name is Attorney George Miles a friend of Mr. Alvictos William Villaflor and his wife Mrs. Leliana Victoria Renne Villaflor, and I am also their attorney.” The man in his 40’s said as he signs towards the man and woman in front of me indicating that the persons he is talking about are the persons beside him.

The text message arrived at exactly midnight, just as Mikel and I were finally falling asleep after the longest day of our lives. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and the sender's name made my blood turn to ice. *James Morrison.* I hadn't heard from him in five years. Not since he walked out of my life claiming he couldn't compete with a ghost—the ghost being Mikel, even when Mikel wasn't here. "What's wrong?" Mikel asked, immediately alert. He'd gotten good at reading my panic.

she coiled her arms around him hugging him tightly "Easy Michelle. He's still healing" Miguel voiced out "W ..what happened ?"Michelle disengaged and wiped the tears off "Am sorry. My baby Is awake. Am just so overwhelmed "she cleaned jet tears with a big smile on her lips "You gave us a scare there Eros" Lewis smiled staring at him "L..lord_" "Don't even say it Eros. My name is Lewis, not lord Lewis. Stop that shît already. Ain't a mafia anymore" he chuckled

he heaves. “Uh…okay,” the voice finally speaks. “Don’t apologise son. I know it’s not your fault. We’re almost there, okay?” “Okay,” Miles says a lot calmer. “Can you tell me your name?” I hear the voice again. “Miles,” he responds. “It’s Miles Manando,”

One of the more hot-tempered of the Carters stood up and said, “Who the f*ck are you? How dare you come here and so boldly declare that you’re going to level our family? Do you even have the capability to do so?” Then, Miles walked over and slapped the man twice immediately. With a snicker, he declared, “My name’s Miles, and my father’s the chairman of Everest Group, Kevan Morales. You say that I haven’t got the ability to remove your family from existence, eh? I suppose you people are hell-bent on protecting that b*stard, aren’t you? Fine! Your family can die along with him then!” When they heard what Miles said, the Carters were instantly dumbfounded.

Santiago took a sip from his coffee, placing it firmly down with a soft clink. “Now,” he announced. “I believe a formal introduction is in order.” He took my hand, gently, halting right before his lips. "Santiago Morales – as you already know" he said, his Spanish accent wrapping around each syllable like silk over steel, "but most people call me El León." There was something in the way he said it that told me they didn't call him that for nothing. “And you, la nueva chica?” “Valerie,” I said softly.

How will it be - I say low looking at the floor, I had nothing else to discuss He won. He walked to me and stood in front of me, I lifted my head to face him still holding the blanket that covered my body. - I know about your family - Say seriously - I don't have it, I'm an orphan - I say seriously - Melanie Patricio-Rossi? -The nervous eye-The last names I took when I found out that Marcos was his brother and the name he had said. - My name is Miley Collins-Evermont - I say irritated

"Your name came up during our conversations with both Mr. Edgington and Mr. Carrolton. We were hoping you could answer a few questions." "Am I a suspect, gentlemen?" "A person of interest," Morales said quickly, taking half a step back. "We only want to cover our bases." His phone vibrated again. Tick tock, sweetheart. He held up one finger to the agents and checked the screen. He typed back: Something came up. Leave now. Will explain later. Sorry, sweetheart. He pocketed it and returned his attention to the men in front of him. "Do you mind if we wait for my lawyer?"

"I am running away from my mistake." "Huh?" I guessed I heard that wrong. "I am Miles. What's your name?" Did he just ask me my name? Was this the story about how two homeless people meet, fall in love, and have children? I shook my head at the idea of that. Stop acting stupid, "I slapped myself on the back of the head. "You okay?" Miles questioned me. I nodded and turned to the other side and whispered to myself. "You are stupid!" "So what's your name?"

He ran after me and pulled me back by the arm when the meaning of what I had said sank. ‘Wait what are you talking about, who is Miles?’ Edmond asked looking desperate. ‘You haven't heard of him?’ I asked feigning confusion. ‘No. I haven't. Who is he?’ Edmond was agitated. ‘Well. Miles is grandpa’s new veterinary doctor. You need to see this guy, believe me, it is actually a crime for a man to be that handsome. How can a doctor be walking around looking like a sex god,’ I said shaking my head to add spice to what I was saying.