Coco Miguel Sad Novels & Stories

He felt vengeful, certainly because it was his blood and an inside work. He dialed Coco's lines, they were unreachable. Her disappearance troubled him greatly. He pulled himself together, sending her a voicemail. "Sweetness, I know you're hurting, I am hurting as well. Please I need you here, I can't do it alone..you can't do it alone, but together we'll fish out the betrayer..and I promise you, they won't go free... please come back home, Coco..." ***

] As he read the message, he cursed, “Damn! Damn! Damn!” “Cough... cough....cough,” he coughed, clutching his chest, feeling suffocated and in anguish. Those men who had been apprehended were his best and most elite team. He would not have sent them on this expedition if Felicia had not been arrested. Miguel was convinced that they would not let him down because they were the greatest at what they did, but all of them were apprehended in a matter of hours. In this situation, how could he stay sane?

Her brother Miguel Ivan was one of the surgeon before he got transferred to Germany. "S.... seriously?! I'll give him a call now" Nolan said bringing his phone out ************* "You're fûcking with me!!?" Miguel hollared really loud. His eyes popped out excessively cos of shock and awe. "Babe! Miguel,what's the matter!?" Tikka rushed down the stairs hurriedly. "B... Bexley" Miguel lowered himself on the couch. His gaze fixed on the floor as tear gushed outta his eyes . "Miguel what's the matter!? Why you cry!?... Miguel !?"Tikka sat next to him with her arms all over him

She swallowed with effort before continuing, trying to keep her composure. “I was ripped from my life,” she whispered. “Brought to a place I don’t understand. My dreams were taken from me... Please understand, it’s not easy for me to fit into your world. I’ve been here less than a week.” Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. “I’m sorry I didn’t fall in love with your son at first sight, but in my world, it’s normal for people to get to know each other—without feeling forced to love.” Mirella listened in silence. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she turned her gaze back to the canvas. Her fingers, steady and controlled, took a cloth and began dabbing away excess pai

She answered on speakerphone: - Miguel, what a surprise. Are you okay? - My queen, I'm dying of sadness. You know my friend left, I'm feeling so alone... – Miguel lamented as if he was really suffering. - Miguel, what can I do to help you? – Samantha asked. - A little company wouldn't be a bad idea. But, look, I don't want to cause you any problems with Martinez. – Miguel spoke as if he didn't know anything. - Don't worry. Martinez is in the past, we're done. – Sam commented.

Miguel cried and everyone turned to look at him. "No, you're the one being selfish here, boss!!, Because our happiness doesn't matter to you, yes my happiness doesn't matter to you!!" Miguel yelled with tears dripping down his face. "Miguel, that's enough!!" Pedri yelled as he tried to hold him. Eden made a bump fist as he felt his face burn red with anger and his body shook violently. He turned immediately and rushed towards him. Juliet grabbed his hands from behind as he tried to release a punch on Miguel who had fallen on the ground.

Mig! Miguel !!!! 🥺 Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

"Zach you have to realize that Miguel hates this situation as much as you do, and you might not believe me, but what if Miguel is actually grieving too and his way of dealing with pain is not to acknowledge it" "That's a load of bull crap. If he really feels that way then why doesn't he confide in me" he snapped then sighed. "I just feel so shitty. We keep acting like nothing's wrong and I try to talk to him, but once I show even just an ounce of grief, Miguel is on my case like I'm committing a felony. I miss Sybil. I want her back".

he admitted quietly. He looked at my drawing. “Honestly, you already look like this guy.” Bella agreed. I didn’t know what to do with that. When Mr. McCoy reached our table, he paused at mine. “Good work, Villarreal,” he said. “Probably the best in the class.” When he walked away, everyone stared. “Who’s Villarreal?” Mason asked. “It’s his last name, idiot.” Jason said. For once, they got something right. I look at my drawing and as I stare at it, I think to myself that maybe I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was.

Adrian’s POV I had forgotten how loud Miguel Santos could be. The man had not even stepped inside my house before his voice carried through the hallways like a storm. I stood at the foot of the stairs, Kayla tucked safely against my side as she peeked at the commotion from behind my shoulder. The front door swung open. “ADRIAN SALVADOR,” Miguel thundered, dragging two suitcases behind him, “I swear on every coconut on the Maldives coastline, this better be worth the vacation you just RUINED!”