Miguel Mamá Coco Novels & Stories

“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!”

She poured out. “Dear, it seems they are here to see you, not me.” Mr. Caros called. Mrs. Charlotte walked out of the room and Carissa stood up. She picked up the food basket from the table and give her. “Ma, these Spanish dishes are for you. I prepare it thinking you will want to have it because none of the restaurant around here have Spanish menu.” Mrs. Charlotte collected the basket, and seeing the dishes, she opened her mouth in awe. “Thank you.”

Marco had anticipated her escape plan and reacted with lightning speed. In an instant, his strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against his chest. The force of his grip pressed Kathrine firmly, making it nearly impossible for her to break free. She could feel his rapid heartbeat against her back, a stark contrast to her own pounding chest. Panic surged through her veins as she realized the futility of her attempt. Marco's strength was overpowering, and her struggle against him seemed useless. She could feel his breath on her neck, a chilling reminder of her captivity.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

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.

In one fluid motion, she wrapped Ella in a tight hug, a whole host of emotions reflected in her vibrant green eyes. “Hey, mom,” Ella cooed, hugging the red-haired woman back. “I missed you.” “I missed you too, sweetie,” she said, pulling back from the hug. As they pulled away from each other, the woman’s eyes flicked toward me, the faintest hint of curiosity lighting up her features. “Logan, this is Moana, my mother,” Ella said, her voice a mixture of emotion that I couldn’t quite place. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I managed, extending my hand for a handshake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

When I looked at them again, Miguel had already taken back his collar. “Attend an auction, Mr. Mercedez. Isn’t it obvious?” Miguel replied sarcastically. He adjusted his tuxedo. “You all seem surprised that I’m here. An event for rich people?” “He found some Asukal de Mama, Dad,” Alexander interjected. “Sugar de Mama?” Tito Rafael asked his son curiously. “Sugar Mommy, Dad,” Alexander replied laughing. “Rafael, let’s go home. We’re being watched!” Tita Portia said while covering her face because many people were taking pictures of us.

Marie went over to ask his closest guard friend where he could be “Hi Mako, do you know where Iroh could possibly be?” Marie asked him from over the railings. “Oh, I saw him walking over to the basement based on the orders of the big boss,” Mako replied, pointing towards the basement. Marie looked over to the basement, and she felt shivers down her spine. She had never been down there, and she always got an eerie feeling anytime she passed through there. However, due to her curiosity and the need to desperately find Iroh, she decided to go against her fears, and go ahead to check it out. Surprisingly, unlike usual, she didn’t meet the guards at the entrance.

His gaze lingered on my lips before he continued. "But trust me when I say this, you have a lot to offer", his lips pulled into a smirk as he derived sick pleasure in my misery. "I hate you", my eyes stung with tears as I sprung up, glaring down at him spitefully. Cruz shifted uncomfortably in his seat clearly suffocated by the intensity of my glare. Miguel's gaze narrowed and he silently watched before the corners of his lips quirked up. "I know, but business is business", Miguel whispered with a sickly sweet smile stretched across his face.

Aira's Perspective: Miguel and I were in the same place, but we kept our distance from each other. Earlier, while Mom and I were preparing food, we discussed Miguel. Even though he's here, Mom is determined to send Miguel back to where he truly belongs. I also asked if Miguel knew about Mom's illness. The shock on Mom's face confirmed that he did, though she didn't deny it. I didn't feel sorry for him, but I empathized because he had to suppress his emotions in our current situation.