Miguel Mamá Coco Novels & Stories

Bella I paused the process of putting on my dress and turned back suddenly to face him, almost choking on my own saliva. “Ri—Rivera?” I stammered, looking him straight in the eye. The dark smile was still there, but this time, it wasn't romantic anymore. It was frightening. “Are you a distant cousin?” I asked, my voice trembling. Please, no more nauseating surprises today. My heart was already pounding fast. “I'll save you the trouble,” he said, standing up and dropping the money I had just given him on the center table. “I'm a son of the Rivera family. The first son, to be precise.”

She walks over to him and places Maya in his arms making me chuckle. "When Maya grows and discovers that she is who mum used to punish people, she'll be pretty pissed," I whisper to Dad who throws his head back in a fit of laughter. "I heard that!" She throws me a look and I blow her a kiss. We all walk back downstairs as one unbreakable family.

Coco gave Chief Onapuruagu a stern look. "No, not at all." Chief Onapuruagu continued laughing. "I'm laughing with you." "But I'm not laughing." Coco frowned. "Stop. You're becoming annoying." "I'm sorry." Chief Onapuruagu apologized. "So I guess I'm the only one going back to Dirty South?" "Yes." Coco replied. "I'll come back to Dirty South when my dad wakes up." *** Doctor Mira was taking her shower in her bathroom, when she heard Chief Onapuruagu enter her bedroom. She quickly tied a towel and came out of the bathroom.

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.

Tears were gushing out of her eyes as she complained bitterly, "I don't know where Coco gets these things from. Jake has always treated her as his sister." "Yeah, Coco has always had a crush on Jake, but Jake only likes Ava. Because of this, Coco loves playing pranks to get attention. She's just a young girl experiencing her first love, so everyone should understand," Karen said, expressing the helplessness of a mother for her daughter. "But today is an important day for Ava, second only to her wedding day. I didn't expect Coco to be so immature... I saw her go to the control room a while ago. Sigh..."

- Mary Ann “but-“- Mom an arm suddenly wraps around her mom “Hon, our little angel is grown up already. Let her do her things”- Dad her mother protest it “no, its too dangerous, Miguel even you are part of the group, my heartbeat wildly every time both of you are at the field”- Mom “don’t worry, we won’t do anything more dangerous, My Elizabeth”- Miguel she just nods but in her eyes can be seen the fear and care for her family members

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.