Miguel O'hara Teeth Novels & Stories

“Well they never said we should you bring you back in one piece, you will see pretty soon things have changed from the last time we danced.” “He’s mine!” Obiora roared at the others before rushing for Miguel. Wishing to end things quickly, he made a grab at the shorter man to give him his signatory sack of potato shaking, to his surprise Miguel twisted free from his grasp and sent him flying with a back hand. Obiora cursed as he shook the stars from his eyes, in his short life, not many can escape from his grasp and fewer still could have sent him thumbing head over heels with a casual slap.

He smirked with disdain and growled, "Holtrien warriors are nothing but worms. Die already!" His voice was more beast than man as he stepped forward and launched a heavy punch at Tiana. Compared to his massive fist, she looked tiny. Tiana snapped, "Mr. O'Higgins, you can look down on Holtrien martial artists all you want, but you picked the wrong woman to mess with!" She was no pushover. With a cold sneer, she tilted her head just in time to dodge Stanley's punch. Letting out a sharp cry, she slipped in close and drove a brutal knife-hand strike right at Stanley's lower abdomen.

His back hit the pavement with a painful thud, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs. Miguel gasped, his small chest rising and falling rapidly. His head spun. He tried to crawl away, but rough hands gripped him again. “Let me go!” he shouted, his voice raw. “Mommy!” One of the men laughed. “Ain’t no mommy coming for you, kid.” Miguel bit down on the nearest arm he could reach. The man yelped, jerking away, but another one stepped in. “Enough!” A sharp slap landed across Miguel’s cheek, snapping his head to the side. His vision blurred with tears. His small hands trembled as he clutched Mr. Growls tighter.

I asked him as I sat on my ass and he sat on my lap. "I'm Miguel Ramirez and I'm six years old," he proudly stated. I nodded and ruffled his shiny black hair. Miguel, Mio, a woman yelled, running toward the pair of us. Miguel struggled to rise and hobbled to the woman on his injured leg. I stood up and brushed my pants off. My hair had fallen out, was in disarray and probably singed. I gathered what I could of it and wrapped the hair tie around it.

Curiosity got the best of me and like a little child I tried to peek over Narissa’s shoulder, to see who this person was. Green Blue eyes stare back at me, his golden-honey hair slicked back, and his chin covered in a faint that cut nicely along his jawline forming into a smirk as I assessed him. Oliver freaking Steward… Boy, did he clean up good. When I saw him last a few hours ago he was covered in dirt, blood, and a whole heap of other stuff that I barely recognized him. The eyes, his eyes confuse me, I couldn’t place why they look so familiar before, maybe it’s the mate bond playing tricks on me, but his eyes, I know I’ve seen them before.

But recognition. Lucas bent down and pressed his forehead to Marco's forehead. "Hermanito," Lucas said softly. "I missed you." Miguel looked at Owen across the restaurant. His gaze was steady. Assessing. "So you're the one," Miguel said. His accent was thicker than Lucas's. His English is more careful. I'm Owen. I know who you are, Miguel said. "You're the one who quit his job." Owen didn't defend himself. There was no point.

Miguel said, and Rodriguez laughed. "Good job," he said Miguel used the mouth of the gun in his hand to press the manager tummy that had open a little due to the torture, and he yelled in pain. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" He scream, his voice echoing through the four walls. "That's how you will scream when I am done with you," Miguel said and hung up. "You ate my money, I gave you shelter and everything, and you dare betray me?" He said calmly and stood up.

THIRD PERSON Sun came in through the torn blinds like it didn’t care what happened the night before. The place stank of liquor, sweat, old food, smoke. Bottles were everywhere. The deck was littered with ash and broken glass. Miguel was up already. Boxers only. Eyes swollen. Hair wild. He paced the floor barefoot, stepping over a bra, a girl’s purse, and someone’s spilled coke bag. He rubbed at his jaw with one hand, holding his phone in the other.

I was happy for her, finally my friend had found someone who made her eyes sparkle. - Funny you should say that Oliviah - she said smiling - When you say Miguel, your eyes light up too.... - Never! - I frowned - "Never, you're just like Rebeca, you know very well that Miguel will never come again. - Ahaaam... But you can have sex right?! - I got nervous - It's written on your forehead "I had sex with Miguel Henrique, my ex's hottie". - "No...no!...Well, it was only once - I pressed my lips together and she squinted - Okay, one and a half. It was a horny feeling and nothing more.