Coco Miguel Sad Novels & Stories

Did Selena say something to piss her off? The look on Selena’s face was as if she had won the trophy and I might as well take a big guess that she could be the reason behind Coco’s anger but I didn’t want to make such assumptions, Coco might be pissed off based on something else and not related to Selena. "I am really sorry guys, but I guess it's time for us to return back home" I announced to the group. I didn't wait for their answer when I slipped my hands into Coco's and we both walked out.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Why would you do something so stupid?” Miguel asked, pulling her into his arms. “I’m just so tired, Miguel. I’m tired of living like this. Everyone I love ends up hating me or leaving me one by one…” Miley sobbed in his embrace. “I don’t hate you,” Miguel said softly. “But Max does, Miguel.” “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just disappointed. He’ll come around eventually—trust me,” Miguel reassured her gently. Miley nodded and wiped her tears, forcing a small, calm smile.

“He couldn't have known, he was betrayed. Stop crying so I can stop too, Gabriella.” But she didn't stop. We held each other and cried uncontrollably together. Since Miguel died, this was the first time we mourned him together. We cried for minutes, and we didn't let go of each other…until Carlos barged into my room. Startled, I quickly dried my tears. “Can't you knock?!” I shouted, clearly pissed off by his intrusion. Carlos' eyes widened with intensity, and his breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps. “Pablo…Pablo…he's dead!” I stood up abruptly. “He's what?”

Blood gushed out from his attack and every members panicked in great fear. Cassio fell on the ground but he was still breathing. " Get him up " Maximo ordered no one in particular but two members quickly obey him. They get cassio who was now breathing hard to his feet unsteadily. Maximo sighed frustratedly as he pulled out his cellphone which he extended to Marco. " Connect the video to the TV, let's watch together " Marco quickly did as he was told and every members of the Santinos family watched the clear story of how cassio had blow up South Villa.

He laughs, “ You just couldn't wait, could you?” “ There is something important to me that I needed to retrieve.” “ Fuck that shit! You think I am angry about sneaking you out of the club?” “ Then what are you angry about?” He laughs like a maniac and finally drops my hand. “Fuck this shit, you know what, I am too sober for this shit.” He takes out his signature cigar and walks away, leaving me behind with Santino, who stopped in his tracks to watch the drama in front of him.

Paige kissed me while her hands grabbed my ass pushing me more against her. I closed my eyes, savoring the best feeling in the world when I saw Miguel’s dead body again. His brain splattered on the hospital floor. How dare I be happy when he was dead? HOW DARE YOU BE HAPPY, BIG BROTHER! HOW DARE YOU!!!!! I squinted my eyes even tighter trying to push his image away, but felt my cock soften inside her instead. “Callan? Are you okay?” ”I’m not. I’m sorry.” I said, pulling my cock out of her so fast she winced, “Sorry. I need a drink.”

I sobbed. “You can,” Marcel said fiercely. “You promised me, and I know you, you don’t break your promises. Stay with me. Push for me, baby.” His forehead pressed against mine, and I felt something warm on my skin, tears. I didn’t know if they were mine or his. “Do it for them, do it for me,” he whispered. “They’re almost here.” The pressure was unbearable. It felt like my bones were breaking, like my body was ripping itself open for a second time.

“Oh! Your meeting is so intriguing. Sir Gio may have been jealous of that man. Is he married yet?” “I didn’t even ask! He wants to talk to me again in case I don’t ask for his number. Wait, let’s look on F******k so we can see his profile.” “Oh! I want that to excite me to see him.” They browsed F*, and that’s when they saw Miguel’s profile. They were surprised when they saw Miguel’s profile and his about. He turned out to be a model in an advertising company and became a supporting actor in a series of movies. Naneth couldn’t believe that a lame and unkempt best friend of hers was now famous.

Stephan clenched his fists and started raining punches on Miguel. “What are your partners’ names?” Stephan demanded. “I… Don’t… Know,” shouted Miguel in pain. His cries were echoing through the arena. Michelangelo didn’t want to be there. He didn’t like torture. The way Miguel was crying was making him flinch. Then again, he was torturing Renata and was feeling nothing, then why was he feeling for a stranger? “He is captured and still trying to hide his people’s identity. So loyal,” chided Vicktor.

"I appreciate your feelings, but I can't reciprocate them. I'm sorry." Miguel's expression wavered between sadness and determination, his eyes searching mine for any sign of wavering. "Isabella, I understand if you need time. But please, don't shut me out completely. I'm not going to give up on us, not without a fight."