Novel & Cerita My Name Is Miles Morales

"Why, I am Milee, one 'L' and two 'E's. It is an old fashioned name and I think my mother gave it to me because she was mad at my Dad. You see, I have a mixed-race half-brother born two months after me. I never saw my dad after that, he is up in Pelican Bay where he can only kill other bad folks. I will be on the job two years next month, sir. Mid-year hire."

you have something my daughter did not. " And what's that?" " A reason to live. Do I truly have one? And if so what? Should I feel happy expecting the child of a bastard who raped me and left me to die?". " Think about it. perhaps life isn't taking everything from you. But Tell me, what do you think?" " Miley, my name is Miley." I whispered " It's a pleasure, Miley. I'm Jasper Hales." that name rings a bell but I can't remember where from.

Robin said gritting his teeth while looking at Lucas who was busy. "So, which group do we have?" Miles didn't care that he must be in group or alone, he just want to get in there and enjoy till he is tired to even move. "We aren't in one group." Sara's voice made Miles's smile fluster for a bit. "What's that supposed—-" "Miles Theo." That voice, this voice made Miles slightly turn. He looked at the source and he unconsciously took a scared step back. In front of him stood, Moura, with his hands in pocket and a very dirty smile dancing over his lips.

Miles “Sir, are you going to throw that away?” The moment I heard what Eric said, I immediately shot him a sharp look. The faint smile on my face disappeared—I hadn’t expected him to say that. My brows furrowed as I clicked my tongue. “What do you mean?” I took off the glasses I was wearing. In truth, I didn’t even need them—I had only changed my style and a few other things to hide the fact that I was Miles Monclair.

“Let's see if you can stand up alright…” I get up. ”Good!” he approves. “Let's see if you can walk now..” He slips his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I take a few steps with him and ask, “What is your name?” “Miles,” He says. “Ohhh… I can walk one hundred Miles for you!”

“I wonder what that boy’s problem is.” “Alexander?” Adrianna asks. I nod in reply. “God knows,” Azira says, shaking her head. “He keeps looking over at you with a horrible look in his eyes.” I glance over to find Azira is right. He’s glaring at me even though he successfully got me kicked off my usual table. In fact, I sense I’ve been kicked out of my friend group entirely, and I don’t even feel sad about it. Adrianna sighs. “He’s part of the Estrada Cartel, although his second name is Morales because his mother married.”

Miles came out and pointed his gun at X. He knew X. That night, Morris tried to convince X to stay and serve him. Instead, he was threatened. Miles was lucky that he escaped that night, but it left an impression on him. Morris sent his men to locate X. However, the man disappeared and could no longer be found. Miles did not expect to see him again. This time, as enemies. “You know me?” X was surprised to hear the tone from Miles. He had always practiced a clean sweep in all of his missions—no one was left alive.

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

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.