My Name Is Miles Morales Novels & Stories

He even drank some of my blood. Partly regretful and embarrassed, I smothered a laugh at the images forming in my head. The weirdest dare I ever heard, but I gathered his circle of friends preferred weird hobbies. His best friend said his real name was "Maximiliano" and that his parents were from Umbria. But Paul didn't mention a lot about Miles' background, leaving much to my imagination. I guessed Miles didn't like that his birth name was a mouthful—hence him choosing "Miles Falco" as his artist name.

“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?”

I put my clothes on, finishing my look with a red headband, letting my long, brown hair down as I put on some eyeliner to accentuate my gray eyes and a clear lipgloss on my plump lips. “Zaire, Hurry up! We need to be gone soon, come get your breakfast!” mom called again, this time in Spanish and I knew I needed to hurry up. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zaire Morales, daughter of Cesar and Gabriela Morales. Best parents any kid could ask for. My little brother Daniel, was only ten years old. He was what everyone calls a rainbow baby after mom had two miscarriages. It was my job as his older sister to protect him.

Miles says taking my hand into his , pausing a bit and then going on. “ Mom, this is my girl friend Elena. Elena, this is my mom.” Miles makes a brief introduction between us. “ Nice to meet you Mrs ...” I go on to say but then I recall that I don't know his name yet. “ Mrs Juliana Riley Johns ” she completes for me but her eyes not leaving mine for a second making me uncomfortable. Before anything else is side amongst the three if us, there comes a gentle man. He is about fifty years of age. By just looking at him, you can see that he is the Father of the boys. He looks more of Brad than he does Miles.

There was no way that the underworld would want to go against me immediately when they found out who I was. “ THE MILES FAMILY” is a big name that everyone knows of. Now that I think back, it was only me and my father who knew about my position in the underworld. He has always been the “ Velenoso” and people didn't know who it was that he had given the title to about a year ago. Though I and my father had never been on the best of terms, he had chosen me to be the “valenoso el Scarface”. I didn't think much of it then.

I told him and he looked at me wierdly. "Are you insane? He asked me and I frowned again getting angry. "I just told you that my name is Melissa and you are still asking if I am insane, I don't know those people" I said frowning more and he shook his head and continued looking at me weirdly.

Rodrigo's POV Javier Morales. That was the name. The missing piece of this whole fucking puzzle. The source of the migraine that had been boring into my skull for weeks, a dull, persistent ache that no amount of whiskey or pussy could quiet. He had a family. They always did. A wife. A son. A neat little life tucked away in Mexico, far from the reach of my world. But distance was never an obstacle for consequences. I’ve crossed oceans for less.

Then Rebecca. Finally, Sebastian. He smiled. "So." "You found each other." Rebecca felt a chill. The man spoke as though he'd been expecting this reunion for years. Morales stepped forward. "Name." The stranger looked at him politely. "You may call me Gabriel." "Your full name." "I'm afraid that wouldn't help you." Morales didn't smile. "It might help when I book you." The stranger's expression didn't change. "I don't think I'll be staying."

I had to hold him back and lead him inside. Inside, Mom was watching TV. She smiled when she saw us. “Oh, you’re home. And… who’s this, Lila?” Mom asked. Miles approached her politely, hugged her gently, and introduced himself. “I’m Miles, your daughter’s best friend.” Mom smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, Miles. Have you guys had dinner?” “Yes, we did,” I said. “Actually, we went with Jax and Theo, but they didn’t stop by.”

“But what we don’t know is who all of you are.” “A’ight, well, the name’s Miles Wiley. I’m an engineer,” Spoke up a broad-shouldered, bald, black man slouching in a chair. His voice was deep and rough, unlike his face which looked calm and inviting. His nose was slightly wider than normal and crooked, but he used that as a way to break the ice talking to new people. “I used to, uhh, play baseball and caught a fastball right to the face.” He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth to make a noise similar to a ball being hit. “Hitter thought he had a home run and well, he threw his bat backward and that was it.” He laughed as he motioned his fist hitting his nose “Twice to the nose.” He fin