Coco Miguel Sad Novels & Stories

Miguel, perceiving the gravity of the situation, sympathetically agrees to release Zelda from their commitments, recognizing the importance of familial obligations. Zelda's mind whirls with concern as she hastens to her sister's aid. The bond between siblings is an unbreakable thread that binds them, and Zelda knows that she must be there for Monica in her time of need. Miguel, a compassionate leader, understands the significance of family and the weight of responsibility that accompanies it. With a heavy heart, he bids Zelda farewell, allowing her to prioritize the welfare of her sister.

All that strength. And I couldn't save him. I reach the Moon Circle and collapse in the center. The standing stones tower around me, ancient and uncaring. And I scream. Not words. Just raw, primal grief that tears its way out of my throat. My mark flares one last time, bright and violent. Then it goes dark. The glow fades completely, leaving only the scarred outline of the crescent moon. The bond is truly broken. Miguel is dead. And part of me died with him.

Andrea shook his head violently. “I need to see her!” he said, staggering towards the waves. “Back off!” Miguel ordered, his voice crashing over the waves and Andrea paused mid way, he had no idea why he had to listen to this fool right here. “You had your chance to see her when she was alive,” Miguel said coldly. “But you lost that right the moment you destroyed her.” Andrea’s strength suddenly seemed to drain from his body, he stared helplessly at the coffin rocking gently with the waves.

It was a disaster, I was scared out of my wits, bruised up from our assailants trying to run us off the road, Niko hadn't been pleased, to say the least. I... felt his disappearance was my fault. But he is here, he's back. I hug him again, my fingers fisted the material of his leather jacket “I’m so glad you are fine Miguel” His arms come up slowly, folding around my back, Miguel holds me tight to his chest he breaths “Lola” I blinked back tears, sniffling a little. “I’d let go now if I were you” We both jump back at Niko’s displeased voice. Miguel's face is arranged into a blank canvas. I frowned to see him standing behind Miguel he must have stepped out while I was dozing off.

It was a disaster, I was scared out of my wits, bruised up from our assailants trying to run us off the road, Niko hadn't been pleased, to say the least. I... felt his disappearance was my fault. But he is here, he's back. I hug him again, my fingers fisted the material of his leather jacket “I’m so glad you are fine Miguel” His arms come up slowly, folding around my back, Miguel holds me tight to his chest he breaths “Lola” I blinked back tears, sniffling a little. “I’d let go now if I were you” We both jump back at Niko’s displeased voice. Miguel's face is arranged into a blank canvas. I frowned to see him standing behind Miguel he must have stepped out while I was dozing off.

Drake’s breath caught. There was a silence that stretched between them. The faint hum of jazz music from the boutique speakers continued to play, far too elegant for the heaviness hanging now between them. Miguel didn’t look at him anymore. He stared at a spot on the floor, his jaw tense, like he was wrestling a word back. Something old and too painful. Drake hesitated. And then, as if pulled forward by some invisible thread, he murmured, “Mine are dead.” Miguel slowly looked up.

For the first time in a very long time, I laughed truly. It was in this state that Miguel met me when he entered the den shortly after. He started upon seeing my smiling face and quivering lips, approaching me with as much caution as he could muster. “Are you alright?” He asked “I am fine” I smiled brightly at him “You are smiling; did something happen?” he queried “¿Qué se supone que significa eso? Miguel. Am i not allowed to laugh?” “You are laughing all by yourself in here; that is not something that happens at all. Maybe you hit your head somewhere and this is an aftereffect of trauma” he muttered

- "Well, I just want all this to pass soon, this bad phase - I got up from my sister's lap and everything turned - Wow.... - What's wrong? - She looked at me scared - Is everything okay? You look pale! - "Yeah..." I took a deep breath to relieve the discomfort. "That's the worst part of suffering for something, you get hungry. Soon I'll eat properly again. - I smiled. Miguel's absence had taken its toll on my body and soul. I had no hunger, thirst or desire for anything. My only desire was to wake up from the nightmare I was living.

I'd dragged out a long sigh, running my hands through my hair, finally, one good thing happened in this entire rotten day, I'd turned on my feet in the direction of the door when every bit of muscle in me tensed and my feet were frozen to a spot, I turned to see him, Miguel. Standing by the entrance of the canteen, he didn't look happy, how long has he been there? How much did he see? Hear? Was he going to misunderstand? Why the fuck was he starring at mr in that weird manner that makes me scared down to my bones

Who knew what kind of mood the man would be in by the time he came out. Miguel had barely started to rethink his life choices when his phone went off next to him. The sound of the shotgun ring tone caused him to almost jump out of his sheet. Trying to regain his composer, Miguel fumbled to answer the call without even paying attention to who was calling him. “Oy, lover boy. You picked the wrong spot to go camping tonight. Turns out that wasn’t the place your boy decided to go after tonight.” Sinclair’s voice filled the silence of the car. For once, Miguel completely ignored the other’s joke as he focused on processing his words.