Romans & histoires Miguel O'hara Teeth

He looks at Orion again as if I am boring him . “ Is she for real ?” Orion walks up to me, kisses my cheek and looks at the rogue “ You have no idea how real she really is .” I hand Orion the pouch after retrieving a pair of pliers from it “ Haggen can you help me ?” He smirks and walks up beside me . “ So I will ask you once more then I will start removing your teeth one at a time .” I say with a smile on my face . “ So , what is your name ? and who are you working with ?” Once again the stupid wolf smirks and shakes his head .

What did Miguel do to him? --- That evening, Miguel showed up at dinner. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. I eyed him furiously….if only looks could kill. “Does this meal tastes good to you? I guess you only hate my food, right?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Miguel smirked, cutting into his steak. “So you want me to like your food?” I scoffed, shoving a bite of food into my mouth. “I don't care. What happened to Ralph?”

said Miguel giving James a stern look with his bulging eyes. James sat anxiously on an arm chair in Miguel's office. He had been able to convince him to give him a chance but he was uncertain of what would await him now. Miguel was a dangerous man and he did not need anyone to tell him to be carefully with his feelings with him. The door opened and Miguel came in. He had a lit pipe in his mouth. His blood shot red bulging eyes were constant and his pot belly that made him look out of shape protruded even more this evening. He had definitely had so much to drink. James thought to him self. “James my boy,won't you have something to eat or at least drink” asked Miguel. It was courtesy to offer

A suppressed pistol was pressed hard into the soft skin of his temple. Miguel's guy smirked, a jagged, yellow-toothed expression. "Wow. Miguel said you had gone soft, but I didn't think you had gone for the pretty boy aesthetic. He is a lean one, isn’t he? Does he know what you really do?"

Self-reliance is my only viable path now. Miguel staggered back into the room, his face twisted in desperation. His eyes were wild, bloodshot, and his clothes hung disheveled on his frame. The sharp, acrid odor of cigarettes clung to him, mingling with the sour reek of sweat and despair. His appearance was terrifying—unkempt hair matted to his forehead, a feral glint in his gaze that spoke of a man teetering on the edge. "Ara," he rasped, voice thick with anguish.

I'll take care of the bills" "Eros has already done that "Tikka replied and yawned again "Oh.... but_" "Ladies" Miguel wore a heartwarming smile as he stepped in He dyed his hair to sky blue with side bangs. His dimples glared making him more cute "Good morning Miguel" Michelle greeted "Morning. You're better right ?"he asked banging the door "Yep am fine" she replied simply "Tikka good morning "Miguel greeted "M... Morning "Tikka stuttered with her gaze fixed on the floor

There were two long drops of blood on his dress. " Hey!" The man tried to call someone's attention and in the process revealed what would have been called an abnormally large diastema if it were to be in a rat. Two incisors and one canine were missing from his mouth. " Oh my God. That's—" Ugoeze tried to speak but the agent cut her short. " Oh yeah. That was really funny. " He laughed again. " Very funny. " " Are you seriously laughing right now? Did you not—" she was cut short again.

I saw Claire lean towards Luke, whispering urgently, “Why is she saying all of this?” I took a deep breath and steadied myself. “I know this is shocking to hear, but it’s important. I have a package for all of you, something that will reveal the truth.” At that moment, Martins, who was backstage, started the video. The lights dimmed, and the screen behind me flickered to life. Miguel’s face appeared, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination. The room was silent as he began his confession. " Hello My name is Miguel Hernandez"

A little starvation might do good. “Mikhail, Mikhail, Mikhail.” I tusk at him while shaking my head. “If you just give me the place where my shipment is being held we can quit this game.” I turn to look at the bloody mess that used to be Mikhail. Blood and drool pours out his mouth. All his teeth lay on the side table standing next to him. His eyes are swollen shut and his nose is broken in several places. “Uck ou!” He groans out. I have to give it to him that he is a determed fucker. But instead of voicing my opinion I give him a backhand and then grab his hair to angel his face towards mine.

“Taylor come here?” I stared at him for a moment, clenching my teeth. Oh that son of a bitch. I stood up and walked towards him. He patted on a the cushion. I sat down. “Oscala knows a way to put your fangs back. “ I didn't react instantly. The message took time to process. “Really?” I finally spoke, my eyes wide in astonishment. I glanced towards Oscala. “He is right, partially . Your teeth will come back if I do what I have to do but there is no guarantee it will be all grown as it was before.”