Coco Mayans Mc Novels & Stories

A rumbling growl erupted from Razor and he moved to strike. "Stop it." Coco said. Razor halted immediately. "I'm sorry." He heard a car door slam and turned to see the Albino twin brothers had crossed the street and gotten into a sporty Camaro. *** Coco paced around along the beach waters closest to her Kuje white painted palatial house, staring at the moon. She stuck her hands in her back pockets. Sadness, a sense of loss, tightened her throat, but she couldn't give up. Never.

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

I whispered. "Who? What did she do? And who are you talking about?" He asked, confusion written on his face and I laughed. "Who else would get me into this mess?" I asked rhetorically, knowing he wouldn't know the answer to my question. Just then, the bartender returned with another round of drinks and I paused to receive it. "I'm lost man, who are you talking about" Tommy asked when the bartender left. "Coco of course, Corvette Vicente, she has gotten me into this mess." I replied and I poured out another bottle of drink into a cup before gulping it down.

yes, Nathan and Mia Coco’s eyes lit up even more. “I want to meet them!” Annie hesitated. Coco tilted her head. “What?” “Nothing,” Annie said quickly. But Coco wasn’t fooled. “Wait… why do you look nervous?” Annie forced a smile. “I’m not.” Coco stared at her carefully. Then suddenly gasped. “OH MY GOD.” Annie blinked. “What?” Coco leaned forward dramatically and whispered, “They’re not…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

"If you leave me here, I swear on my balls, I would scream in my loudest voice that you're one of those rich weirdo's that kidnap little boys like me so you can fuck us into oblivion and now that I've got some disease, you're throwing me away" What that— I look at him, clear irritation on my face "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "And they will believe me" Coco continues as he points at his neck "Because you see, I have the collar you bought for me when you were showing me off to your other rich friends" "You wore that fucking collar on your own accord!" Coco begins to shake his head "Now, now. Who in their right senses would wear this sort of collar outside?" I clench my fist as Coco skips

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

She snapped irritably, "Are you done? Can you shut up for a minute?" "Hey, I'm just looking out for you!" Ginny replied unhappily. "You're an idiot!" Shaniah snapped, "Do you have any idea who Coco's boyfriend is? He's the crown prince of the entertainment industry, Lucas Gomez! Why the heck did you think I apologized?!" Ginny was dumbfounded, her jaw dropping. No way! That guy was actually Lucas Gomez?! Coco's boyfriend was Lucas Gomez?! Ginny could hardly believe it, but seeing Shaniah's expression, she knew it must be true!

He drove straight to his home. Colorado. It beat marijuana any day. It took you higher and higher and then left you to rest on a peaceful cloud way above everything and everyone. Chief Onapuruagu laid there in bed, on the influence of colorado, his short gun under his pillow fully loaded. Chief Onapuruagu loved to go out dancing - Coco preferred to stay at home listening to music. She liked rap, a little rock, but her particular passion was rap and drill. She could sit for hours with the stereo full blast, drowning in the sounds of Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Drake, Juicy J, Asap Ferg, J. Cole.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”