Novel & Cerita Surprised Miles Morales Meme

Boom! Many people were instantly dumbfounded. It was a big day to celebrate Geronimo Melvis’s promotion to Martial Honor and the return of his youngest daughter, yet someone dared to present two coffins. Did that person have a death wish or something? “It’s Brayden Lomax from the martial arts family!”

So, the man who always looked calm, polite, the picture of composure was actually the type to quietly hold a grudge. I suddenly asked, "Are you a Scorpio?" Miles blinked. "What?" I grinned. "Scorpios never forget. They are super petty." He looked at me, expression unreadable. And just like that, my grin vanished. The pressure coming off him was unreal. I laughed nervously. "Okay, okay... I wasn’t teasing you, I swear." Miles raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? And what’s your sign?" I grinned, carefree as ever.

Now, he was standing beside Myra. A dull ache spread through my chest. My urge to divorce was stronger than ever. George glanced my way, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. I turned away. But even those few seconds were enough for viewers to screenshot my reaction and turn it into a trending meme. "LOL! Looks like Bitchel Miller didn't expect her dream man to show up with his wife. Let's see if she'll still be a delusional fan after this!" "Bitchel Miller's stunned face is priceless. I can't stop laughing."

We've lost a lot of our members. Milo's face drained of color as he heard the news. The tension that had been gripping his mind snapped, leaving him in a daze. He stumbled, his vision darkening, and it took him a moment to regain his bearings. In that brief time, the years seemed to pile onto Milo, his hand shaking as he clutched the phone, his eyes wide with horror as he turned to Liam. "Was it... was this your doing? Was it all you?" Liam's response was a calm, almost indifferent smile. "Yes, it was me. Do you believe me now, Mr. Jolls?"

The truth in his words resonated with the room, and they all burst into laughter. Morris chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Miles, I appreciate the comparison, but I would hardly say I resemble the great Benedict Cumberbatch." Miles shrugged, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Come on, Morris! You've got that strong jawline, those intense eyes, and that distinctive British charm. It's uncanny!" I joined in on the laughter, unable to deny the resemblance. Staring at Morris, I couldn't help but see the faint echoes of the renowned actor in his features. It was as if time had somehow looped back, granting Morris a glimpse into his youth.

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“Killing is too good for you. I will capture your family and torture them slowly until they die like the pleading, whimpering dogs they are.” “Wow. That sounds really dramatic. I’ll bet that threat usually works well—on other people. Me? Sorry. I don’t have any family.” “Every man has a weakness. I will find those you hold dear and—” One-Mile jabbed the wet jumper cables against his ribs again and listened to Montilla scream. “Shut up. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that acting like a dick won’t make yours bigger?” After a few more seconds of uncontrollable jolting and hair burning, One-Mile retracted the cables.

"Remember to update me and send me lots of pictures, I want to some new wallpapers for my phone!" He sighed. "Alright, I'll--" "Mrs. Morales?" Aiden fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it. He turned his head around and was surprised to see Miles sitting up behind him. The older boy was looking over the younger's shoulder and at his phone. It seemed that he had woken up from the chatter. How much did he hear? He was grinning as he scooted closer towards him. "Mrs. Morales! It's me, Miles!" He exclaimed.

Cold sweat covered Peter’s forehead as he hastily explained, “You’ve misunderstood me, Mr. Morales. I don’t mean that… I wonder how Annabelle offended you, sir. Nevertheless, I shall apologize to you on behalf of her. Mr. Morales, will you please let this matter pass for my sake?” As he was speaking, Peter bent over and lowered himself. He walked over and poured a glass of whiskey for Mr. Morales. Moreover, he even raised his glass and apologized to Miles. Alas, Miles could not be bothered to pay attention to him. He did not even budge at all while his neck twitched once, and he cracked into a smile that could send a shiver down one’s spine. Miles said, “So, in that case, are you disrespecti

It was Morris calling. "Bro, Mors?" I whispered and whirled halfway from Diego. "Damn, Enzo. That dimwit bastard of the De Luna clan. Is he there? Can you put us on a video call now? I want to see the bastard. That lunatic owes a million from me, you know." My brows furrowed as I looked at my screen. I faced Diego, and he shrugged his shoulder. I turned the call into a video call and saw Morris lying down, half-naked, in the line. It seemed like he was in a tattoo joint.