Shocked Miles Morales Meme Novels & Stories

“Take my advice, kid. As someone older and wiser. You have to know when to trim the fat.” “Go fuck yourself, Edward,” Miles snaps. The air leaves the room. Everyone goes very quiet. Miles just dropped an f-bomb on live television. In that moment, I have no idea whether to be a proud girlfriend or a mortified campaign manager.

Sam caught that chance and took a photo. Miles was as if he caught a virus immediately and jumped out of his seat, which caused Alma’s miserable state. She fell on the ground on her butt; it was a loud fall. Everyone was shocked at this sudden scene. Miles immediately peeled off his jacket and threw it on the ground. This was his very normal reaction, the only person who found this very shocking was Ron’s wife; she never met Miles, so she doesn’t know his nurture, but everyone does. Alma already expected this, yet it hurt her; this man saw her like shit.

I muttered. On looking at the notification, I could see 99+ notifications. “LET THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY BREATHE!” “LAURA'S KARMA HAD JUST MET HER NIGHTMARE” #JUSTICE FOR ERIC SLOAN# #SANCTION TO LORA KARMA# #THE WICKED MUST NOT GO UNPUNISHED# All the notifications read. The one that got my attention was an anonymous poster that made a meme video clip of me with ruined makeup and some captions that struck me hard. This particular caption was directed to my last post Eric had forced me to make.

I'm breathing so fast, and my hands are shaking as I shine the flashlight on the body in front of me. My panic doubles over. Lying on the floor in a pool of blood, with a bullet wound on his forehead and lifeless eyes staring up at me, is none other than Morales, Dell’s boss. I scream louder than I’ve ever screamed before. My breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and I back away even further from the body, my whole body trembling. Tears trickle down my face as I struggle to make sense of what I am seeing. Morales is dead.

Colour me shocked. We're well on our way home when he finally speaks and it's strained, his voice enveloping the silence in the car. "Keep the shirt, good girl." Do not squeeze your legs shut, Amelia. Whatever you do, do not squeeze your legs shut. I say the two words I've been singing since Miguel Angel Sanchez entered my life. I'm screwed. BeeMiles: Do you still own a functioning I*******m account? Me: I'm insulted. BeeMiles: I'll take that as a yes.

Miles didn’t respond to Sharon. Instead, he glanced at me again. His voice was warm, amused. “If you’re holding it in that hard, just laugh.” I quickly shook my head and pinched my thigh to keep myself in check. I only lost my memory, but I wasn’t brainless. Even if someone were to give me a hundred lifetimes of courage, I still wouldn’t dare laugh at Miles for being targeted by an older woman. This man could destroy someone’s entire sense of self without lifting a finger.

I gritted out through a pulsing jaw—the more my molars grated together, the more stable I felt. Miles turned off the mic and disengaged the camera feed, “I’m only trying to help. I don’t know what’s been going on with you these few weeks but you seem more…” He trailed off, unable to look at me directly so he opted to glare at a spot in the wall above my head. Miles wore his shame like a cloak soaked through by the rain—heavy, clinging, and impossible to forget. “More what?” I pressed, urging him to complete his statement as I pushed to my feet.

"Oh! Here's your payment. Thank you for the ride, Sir Theodore." "Before you go, what's your name, sir?" "Miles... Miles Reyes." "I knew it... Nice meetin' you!" |...| I knew it? What does he mean by that?! I suppose I'm quite the celebrity now. I did chokehold Hitoshi, and that made it to the news. Forget about it. It was a pleasant conversation, and I now have a gist of what's happening in Midway. Ahh! Forget about the world! I came to the slums to celebrate that brat's birthday! I should head to... Uncle Jerry's... shack... where the fuck am I?!

I was shocked to hear the whisper. Oh my god.. Is that an actor? So handsome Omg! Wet look.. H-Hot.. He looked at me and frowned. "Why aren't you moving? Was Miles about to give birth? Was she taken to the hospital? Then... Fuck!" he cursed when he saw his wife laughing and walking towards our table. Herlene brought the food. "Babe!" Joshua shouted. Ow! said by those who were whispering earlier.. Miles immediately turned around and smiled.

Everyone present was instantly stunned speechless as they stood still on their feet. ‘What is going on?’ ‘What just happened?’ ‘Did the undefeatable Jake Morris just die?’ ‘How is this possible?’ A few seconds ago, Jake Morris was still gloating proudly in the fighting ring as if he were invincible. A few seconds later, he was dead. ‘Was this all real?’ Marcus Collins and Jade Laurell seemed dumbfounded. Terry Xander and Steve Hammer also seemed dumbfounded. Like them, Stephen Paul and Paul Cole were also dumbfounded.