Old Miles Morales Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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?”

“Are you alright?” He wanted to scoff. In fact, he almost did, right in the officer’s face. His sarcastic smirk made up for his timid whisper, “Do I look alright, Ma’am?”. “You destroyed my son,” Ms. Morales cut back, as if it was justification for Miles’s state. “Your son destroyed himself.” “You tyrant! I don’t even recognize him anymore! You have no idea what he’s been through. How could you do that to him?” “Ms. Morales--” the officer tried to cut in, but Miles overtook her voice.

My voice is dry. “Agent Morales,” he repeats, his tone icy. “Where is he?” “I…” I hesitate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He nods. “Right.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, clear plastic bag. Inside is a phone—a burnt phone. He places it on the table, and the moment I recognize it, I freeze. It’s Morales’s phone. ##########

I catch myself and regain my balance in order to avert the disaster in mid-collision. Mrs. Morales is a petite woman with a blue tint to her hair. She's what I like to refer to as "old money." She is the epitome of a professional widow, with incredible stories about each marriage. Her husbands died and left everything to her... all six of them. I'm not one to speculate, but I'm curious if all of their deaths were as natural as she claims.Maybe it's because I watch too many crime shows. Each man she married had a higher net worth than the previous one. She freely spends her money on her dog and whatever new boy toy she picks up for the evening because she has no children.