Miguel Mamá Coco Novels & Stories

She glanced in my direction, and then her forehead creased when a little boy came running to the waiting area. “Aunt Tara!” shouted the little boy whom I knew was in Bali at the moment. I put down the cup of coffee I was holding and turned around. My mouth fell open to see Sean wearing a complete costume with his makeup on, looking like Miguel in the Coco Movie. “Careful, Sean!” Running after him was her mother, dressed in a purple dress. The ruffled shoulders on her dress, her boots, and makeup made her look like Imelda. “Hmph! I’m not Sean! I’m Miguel!” He shouted back, pouting at his mom.

Worry over him had killed their father. Yet Magdalena did not care about any of them. Only her aunt Tamia was connected to her by some special feeling. As you may remember, aunt Tamia was the only one who had seen a human being in little Magdalena, a woman, not something to be sold as goods. The time to leave finally came. Sara had been busy since morning, reassuring her mother that everything would be fine. Magdalena, however, simply could not calm down.

The main reason why she believed that her eldest died. “He is an acquaintance, mama. The two of us share the same cause, and you know that very well.” Diego said, looking at his mother whose eyes were wide at her son’s statement. She shook her head, refusing to hear her son out, not wanting to listen to what he was going to tell her.

He could smell things that most wolves couldn’t, and an early pregnancy would be certainly one of those things. Moses looked nervous but he got close to Emilia. Her face turned red when he got close to her neck and she put her hands on his shoulders trying to keep some distance. “Yeah, it’s new but she is! Congratulations you guys,” he said, pulling back. I immediately swept my bride off her feet and kissed her with all I had. “We’re having a baby,” Mickey yelled, raising his drink. The crowd went nuts and cheered. This was going to be a perfect fucking honeymoon now.

'Coco di di ya ya Mm mm mm mm Coco di di ya ya Oh oh oh oh Coco di di ya ya Add milk and little salt Then stir… Coco di di ya ya Oh oh oh oh Coco di di ya ya Shake em if you wanna drink Oh, Coco di…' 'Cookie!!!' He thundered furiously, turning around to face me. 'One more word and…' 'Di di ya ya.' I completed swaying my hips. He growled animalistically. Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we go again.

“Mason, welcome. Come in, make yourself comfortable.” Mason turned to face Brie after shaking my hand and saying, "Thanks." “Thank you for the invitation.” "Say thanks?" Michael intervened and gave Mason a shoulder clap. "This is the greatest hospitality you will ever encounter on this side of the globe. You should wait until you try Brie's food. Mason laughed, letting his shoulders drop a little. "Enthusiastic about it." --- The children, particularly Emma and Luca, were intrigued by the unfamiliar face and giggled as they peered around the corner. Mason, I pointed to the gathering and said, "Meet the crew." On the couch, Damien, the oldest, is attempting to appear calm. Dave is our middle

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

“Coco, look at this amulet. I went on a pilgrimage for you to the holy mountain and climbed up three thousand flights of stairs for it. It's an amulet that brings good luck!” “Coco, I had a dance studio set up for you. Would you like to check it out?” "Coco, I put together this shower of flower petals. Do you like it?” "Coco, I made you your favorite curry omelet rice from a Michelin-star restaurant! I copied their recipe and made it myself. Go on, try it!” All of the voices stirred inside her head and coalesced into Isaiah pleading with his voice choked with tears, “Coco, my only dream is that you would call me your Daddy!”

Just as he turned around and wanted to look for Charmine, he met a pair of proud eyes. Coco crossed her arms as she stood before Chris, gazing at him sharply. Her cold eyes did not look like the eyes of a kid. Coco said proudly, "Chris Bailey, how are you still in the mood to talk here? Your birth mother is a farmer, weak and easily trampled on. Your step-mommy no longer loves you. She left you in the village for a few days, and now, she’s going to have another baby with your Daddy? No matter how close she is to you now, she’s still not your birth mother! Once she has another baby, she'll toss you away!"

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.