Surprised Miles Morales Meme Novels & Stories

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.

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.

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

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.

The text message arrived at exactly midnight, just as Mikel and I were finally falling asleep after the longest day of our lives. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and the sender's name made my blood turn to ice. *James Morrison.* I hadn't heard from him in five years. Not since he walked out of my life claiming he couldn't compete with a ghost—the ghost being Mikel, even when Mikel wasn't here. "What's wrong?" Mikel asked, immediately alert. He'd gotten good at reading my panic.

, Meme says through her laughter. “Meme”, Amory squeals as her face becomes almost crimson in color! “Shut it! Oh my God”! “Your call, mi Amor” (my love) I pushed, and watched as she crossed her legs. She’s nervous! “Todo menos dormir”, (everything but sleeping over) she suddenly says. Oh, really?! “Wow, did it just get really hot in here? Can you turn the AC up?”, says Meme, still laughing.

That means Hitoshi has been taking care of them. I swear, that man is unbelievable. "So uh... ahem! Everyone! My name is uh... Miles Moral-... Reyes!" I awkwardly shouted. Everyone is looking at me... Argh! Public speaking sucks. It makes me want to bungee jump off a cliff without a rope. Getting hit by a truck sounds pleasant too. "A-And ah... as you know! I've bargained with the devil and got all of you free!" Does that sound too cocky? Well, after everything I've done, I am a capable person... hehe. For now, these people need a sense of safety, but how do I do that?

Ana whispered, both prayer and warning, “Santiago Morales.” Javier straightened instantly, his eyes lighting up as he had just seen an old friend – or perhaps a benefactor. “Señor Morales,” he greeted the man with a respectful nod, his tone holding a certain reverence that was hard to miss. Mr. Morales simply returned the greeting with a small smile, as if he was used to this kind of reception. Then he turned his attention to me, our eyes meeting for one charged, terrifying heartbeat. There was something unreadable in his gaze – something molten, assessing, unsettling. It made my breath catch.

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.

I snapped out of my frozen state and frantically rushed in front of Michelle to shield her from the violent man approaching her. “I-I’m doing surrogacy!” I blurted out in a panic, scrambling for something to save us. “Money will come soon! We’ll pay the debts, I swear!” The one with the tattoo stopped beating our father, holding him by the collar, and turned his attention to us with an amused look on his face. The one approaching us sent me a mocking smirk that sent shivers of fear down my spine. “A surrogacy that pays that much?” The one with a birthmark said. “Yeah, right. Impossible.”