Shocked Miles Morales Meme Novels & Stories

“Waltz, from Thousand Miles Conglomerate?” The emotion on her face turned to not one of fear but of extreme anger. She shouted with an ugly expression, “Waltz, do you want to die? Just because you sit as president in Thousand Miles, do you think you can just step all over the head of our Coleman family?! Have you lost your mind? Although Thousand Miles is California’s underground king, it’s just because the Colemans disdain being part of that circle. Do you see who this is? He is a master from the Missouri Colemans, the youngest Earth Expert level warrior. One of him can kill a thousand of you, and you still won't kneel and bow your head?”

Miles was going to be the death of me. Dom: How’s that for harmless? Miles: Do me harm, please. 😈 I stared at my phone, my cock still painfully hard in my sweats. Oh, she was playing a dangerous game.

Miles was lying on the changing table, chewing happily on his chubby fist while kicking both legs in pure delight, completely oblivious—or perhaps entirely aware—of the crisis he had caused. “You wouldn’t dare,” I warned him in my most menacing voice, narrowing my eyes. The effect was instantaneous and devastating. Miles squealed with laughter, his tiny body wiggling with even more excitement. His bright eyes sparkled as if he’d understood every word and found my threat hilarious. I pointed at my chest. “This shirt is Valentino, little guy. Valentino. You show some respect.” He giggled harder and made grabby hands toward the expensive fabric, as if the warning had only made the shirt more ap

You will experience a miserable death —and I will make sure of it. ******************************* ~~Elena~~ A cold shiver ran through me as water splashed against my face. “You’re not allowed to die yet. There’s another, more entertaining way I want you to die,” he said coldly. “Sir, look at this,” one of the men spoke, handing a phone to Morales. His expression shifted the moment he read it. His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and with a low groan he smash it against the floor. Then he turned to me.

Gulp! He swallowed a mouthful of saliva heavily and said, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that. You’re a bigshot, so how will I have the audacity not to show you respect? The critical problem is that Annabelle has been having her menses for the past two days—” Before he could finish his sentence, Miles slapped him. A resounding clap was heard, and he was knocked unconscious from the blow before he tumbled to the ground.

“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.

“First off, you fuck with the band, you fuck with me. And nobody fucks with me.” I looked at Derek with more than a little trepidation. “Miles is like a Great White shark in a suit,” Derek explained. “Except he’s our Great White.” “Not the band, I’m assuming,” I said, trying for a little joke about the 80’s metal group. Derek caught it and grinned. “No. He’d have longer hair if that were the case.” “A great BLACK shark, an’ don’t you forget it,” Miles said to me. “You fuck with this band, I’ll bury you. You fuck with their music? I’ll bury you. You fuck with their schedule? I’ll – ”

“Somebody at the party filmed it. Course they did.” He turned the screen around. There it was—grainy, shaky video. Marco throwing Enzo into the wall. Angelo eating a knee to the face. Stefano tripping backward before getting stomped. Then Marco turning his back on the whole room and walking out like he had somewhere better to be. “The whole fuckin’ coast saw it already,” Stefano said. “We’re a meme.” Enzo looked disgusted. “They’re laughin’?” “Laughin’, repostin’, hashtaggin’. They’re treatin’ it like a fuckin’ UFC highlight.”

Mokunfayo Badmus: With all the recent events going on around me, I didn't think anything anyone said could actually shock me anymore, but Mike's revelation totally threw me off guard and regardless of the fact that I'd already mentioned this over a thousand times, I knew other surprises could never hold a candle to this one. I was enthralled. "I…" I didn't know what to say. I was totally dumbstruck and my swaying announced that the shock was affecting me physically as well.

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