Miguel Mamá Coco Novels & Stories

She coughed and wiped her mouth. “Well… that’s a weird question.” “Answer it.” Coco forced a laugh. “I don’t know her father, William.” “But?” Coco sighed dramatically. “You’re really interrogating me tonight.” William didn’t respond. So Coco leaned back and said lightly, “she resemble Annie a lot.” That wasn’t a lie. Mia especially looked like Annie. But Nathan… Coco avoided that topic. William stared at the table for a few seconds. Then he picked up his tablet again.

When the incense and candles were almost finished, Uncle Dave and his family finally put away the things and served dinner on the table. "Come on. Let's eat. Coco is back today, which is a rare day. I want you to enjoy this dinner with me," Dave said, pulling Coco to her seat. "Coco, I heard you are dating someone now. He's the legendary Mr. Gomez from showbiz, and I'm so happy for you. If your parents knew you’ve found such a good man, they'd be so proud of you." Coco's eyebrows twitched, and she got a bad feeling.

Cara's hand moved to cover her mouth, which had dropped open. "Are you saying you're my father?" "Let me reintroduce myself." Miguel leaned forward. "My name is Miguel Rodriguez, leader of the Spanish mafia, and you, Camila Rodriguez, are my only heir." "Well, that's just... f*cked up..." She trailed off with an incredulous look. Her second reason for coming along was to see if she could find any clue about her birth parents since her father was suspected to be part of the Spanish mafia, but this revelation tipped the scale.

Thankfully, Stellar reacted quickly and caught her in time. “Ma’am, may I ask—are you related to Coco?” “I’m her distant aunt. My name is Maggie Lee! Coco’s had a hard life. Her parents and brother bullied and exploited her since she was a child. “I couldn’t stand watching it, so I took her in when she was young and raised her in my home.” Maggie herself had also been a victim of a family that favored sons over daughters. She was mistreated growing up and eventually sold off for a one-hundred-dollar dowry to an old bachelor in the next town.

The drunk blinked, startled. “It is maize grown on native land. Ground by hand. Wrapped before sunrise so she could be here first thing in the morning.” Miguel’s tone never lifted, but something in it carried steel. “You are a guest here. Please speak to her with respect.” A few nearby tourists fell silent. The man tried to puff himself up. “And who are you?” “A son of this country,” Miguel replied evenly. “Which makes her my responsibility.” The jungle sounds seemed louder suddenly — cicadas, distant waves, macaws screeching overhead.

His mother was making a special buco salad and she wanted it fresh. Since she was asleep, he just let her sleep first and picks up the coconut fruits from Mr. Ricafranca then. He will wake her up after he loaded the coconuts in his car's compartment. Maria was awakened by the sound of loading coconut inside the car's compartment. She removed the seatbelt upon seeing that they were already here in her parent's ancestral house. "Does he know where I live?" she asked herself and started to come out of his car. "You're awake already? I'll drop by at your place after this," Mr. del Fuego said.

“He has been a perfect gentleman, even when I tried to push him farther earlier. I do think fear of Mi Abulita is probably even greater than his fear of legal repercussions “ I giggle. Rodrigo looks at me and asks “Eres Latina? ?Tu Familia es de Brooklyn? ?Las conoceria?” Before I can answer Candy pops in “Of course you know their family! Who doesn’t know the Castillos?” “The family that owns that great little Bodega that always has home made treats and where I can always find Florida Water and candles of almost every saint, along with my guilty pleasure…Coco Rico?” Rodrigo asks. “Si ! My Auntie Rosa always made sure we kept the Florida Water and Candles stocked, although I am sure she is mu

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

MIA It was Coco. She is standing at the kitchen entrance with a plate in her hand. She nodded at me. I am instantly reminded of her idea. I rested my eyes on Kai's mother who is eating. Oh geez. Now it is time to say it, I feel beyond nervous. I looked towards Coco. She isn't there anymore. I returned my gaze to Kai's mom. I lowered my gaze, blowing out air as I braced myself. I felt a touch on my hand.

To the family he should have had all along. --- That evening, Victor found Miguel in the kitchen, kneeling on a stool while the cook showed him how to roll cookie dough into balls. "Daddy!" Miguel's face lit up when he saw Victor, and something warm unfurled in Victor's chest at being called 'Daddy.' "What are you making?" Victor asked, coming closer to inspect. "Cookies for Mommy. She's sad." Miguel's small hands were covered in flour and bits of dough. Victor tensed slightly. "How do you know she's sad?"