Miguel O'hara Teeth Novels & Stories

“Papa.” Miguel Rivera looked like a ghost summoned too late. His clothes hung loose on his frame, his face mapped with creases of regret, his hair thin and gray. But it was his eyes,the same dark, searching eyes Elena once carried as a child that made her body stiffen with rage. “Elena,” he whispered, voice thick, broken. “Mi hija… my daughter.” Her chest rose sharply. “Don’t. Don’t you dare call me that.” Harry’s jaw clenched. He kept his grip steady on Elena’s hand, though his other curled into a fist by his side. This was no coincidence, Miguel showing up here again tonight, after hovering on the edges of Harry’s life like a shadow. No coincidence at all.

She gave him. “How much?” “$23.45, sir,” The lady replied and Miguel toss $1000 to her “You can keep change,” With that he left with Adriana. They found a place they could seat, Miguel pressed tube and a whitish cream came out, he started spreading on the affected area. Adriana flinched in pain. “It hurts,” She whispered looking straight into Miguel’s eyes, his eyes were so brown that it fitted so well with his pointed nose and pouty pink lips.

Dimitri coughed hard, barely holding himself upright. “That’s inhumane,” he spat. Miguel tilted his head, almost amused. “You should know by now I don’t play human. So here’s your choice.” He leaned in, voice like a ticking clock. “One give me the tape and die quickly. Or two refuse… and watch your generations burn.” The dock fell silent, the waves crashing faintly in the background. Miguel’s smirk deepened as he whispered, “The clock is ticking, Dimitri. Tick… tick… tick.”

“Hon?” Simon removes his hands from his face and look up to see his wife approaching and calling him. “I made you a tea.” With a smile, Missis Natalie says as she placed down the tea in front of her husband. Before sipping the tea, Simon smiled back to his wife and said, “Thank you.” *** “Fuck!” Miguel cursed the moment he accidentally splashed the water into his wound. “If not because of that small bark of tree that hits and broke my front car's window shield, then I wouldn’t have this wound in my arm.” He buzzes angrily.

He was wearing black sunglasses and his hair was a buzz cut. I watched as Miguel shifted his hand in his pocket and pulled out a leather wallet. I did the same thing and showed the guards that we weren't underaged. So, they unhooked the red belt of the barrier in front of us, as I glanced at Miguel before we stepped inside.

“It's better you take your excitement somewhere else.” The moment Miguel saw us, he got out of the car. “Oh, my God!” Pearl squealed. “I think I'm ready to die! That's Miguel Storm in person?” “Shut up, it's not like you haven't seen him before.” “But that was different! He was fuming in anger then. But now, God take my soul, he looks as if he descended from heaven.” At her words, I gave my husband a once over. Dressed in black shirts and black slacks, with his blonde hair gelled to the side, he did seem as if he stepped out of a movie.

Some of them, at least. “And if I refuse?” she whispered. “Then I will take you myself here on the filthy straw. Choose, Miriam. What is it to be?” She kissed Orm first, having to lift his head from his chest. He had been badly beaten and had lost more than one tooth. His cheek was hot to the touch: fever, she suspected. Magnus seemed to be lost in a world of his own. Miriam had to stand on tiptoes to press her lips to his beard.

I would have sworn he hadn't heard a thing I had said if it wasn't for the smirk that graces his full pink lips. His thick black eyebrows were twisted into a position that screamed of mischievousness and for a reason, it had my blood pouring straight into my head, making me lightheaded. Clenching my fists repeatedly, I held on to the wall for support, mentally praising myself for being cool. “We were waiting for you,” in an oddly calm voice that made me suspicious, Miguel answered, throwing me a wink. The only difference between all three of them was the little difference in their sizes and the color of their orbs. Aside from those, they were pretty much difficult to tell apart.

Unlike Elodie who was nonchalant about him, I was going to love him, take care of him till he sees no one other than me. Silver soon stood up, taking his plate to Marcel and Elodie as he cried. “Mummy, daddy, my teeth hurts so bad. It is aching” Marcel checked his mouth and Elodie did the same. “Have you been eating candies? Your teeth always ache whenever you have candies” Marcel stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell me that you disobeyed your mum? Where did you get the candies from?” When Silver’s eyes met mine, my heart skipped a bit but why? He promised to keep it a secret so I shouldn’t bother.

Without wasting a second, I turned on my heel, ready to break into a run when rough fingers wrapped around my arm, yanking me against a broad chest. A gasp escaped me. That was too fast. The person spun me around until I was facing him but before I could follow my instinct and kick him in the groin, I took in his face and my heart turned cold in my chest. Miguel Fangion. Cocky smile, fiery red eyes, and blood-stained jaw— My mouth parted in shock. Miguel was a hybrid? What in the world?