Miguel Ohara Gif Novels & Stories

Biting back my next question, I watch with wide eyes as Migel leaps and begins to plummet toward the roof like some fucking flying squirrel until he hits the roof and rolls. Standing, he looks toward me and begins to wave his arm, urging me to come join him. Feeling a sudden feeling of unease, I consider aborting the mission, but soon find that I’m running across the large limb that I’m standing on and then leaping. When I hit the roof, the creature gives a low rumble of a growl, putting me on high alert. “Don’t worry,” Migel says, reaching in his pocket and pulling out what looks like a dead rat. “If you give him treats, he becomes your best friend.”

Miguel said, walking in with some cookies in a tray. “Uhmm is that all for the movie?" I inquired since I was already desiring Serene's company. "Yes, hope you're ready, Paps?" He inquired as George and I exchanged looks at the sound of Paps. “Yes I'm ready," I smiled. "Uncle George, Aunt Rina requested me to inform you that she is weary of waiting for your text," Miguel remarked, and George was ready to act surprised when Miguel handed him a love-shaped cookie from Rina.

Miguel groaned, “can you stop being so flirty? It looks gross, doesn't look any good on you.” I ignored him. “As long as Kira doesn't have a problem with it. Then I am good.” “Actually, I do have a problem with it.” Kira said, bursting my bubbles. I dumped her hand, feigning anger. “Blame me for thinking you deserve this sweetness of mine. Miguel laughed, “I need to get back to work. Have fun, you two.” “I definitely will.” I called back behind him.

My chest rises and falls rapidly and before I can type and send a message to this Miguel person, he goes offline. I now wonder who Miguel is and how does he know me? Is he a friend from high school or middle school? A person I'd met with in the past and didn't realize it? I stare at my phone and my head goes completely blank. Who is Miguel Aros?

A fight club. I watched as two men circled each other in a cage, one of them landing a brutal punch that sent the other to the ground. “You brought me here to watch people beat each other up? You're crazy! I can't watch this!” Miguel smirked. “You wanted entertainment.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant something normal.” “You’re not normal, Catalina.” I opened my mouth to argue, but then a voice interrupted. “Miguel.” A man stepped forward. He was tall, muscular, with a scar running down his cheek. He looked at me, then back at Miguel.

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.

Miguel replied. ***

He had ignored me through lunch and through every class before that one, and somehow, that irritated me more than anything else did. His phone buzzed on his desk. A message popped up. Curiosity burned through me as I leaned forward, lowering my head over his shoulder to get a better look inching forward to see who it was, what this person wanted, was it the same guy with dick pics? Was it someone else? Miguel doesn't look like a player, a golden retriever one could call him, but he didn't look gay either. He must’ve felt me because he turned abruptly, our faces suddenly inches apart. My breath hitched.

"Oh my God " Miguel whispered immediately he walked to the house. "Hi " Olivia greeted shyly. Now Ariel had already ended the video call and the other people were already packing up to leave . "I don't know what to say , I'm very stunned and speechless" Miguel murmured. "It's alright , you don't have to say anything " She replied. "You look so beautiful , I can cry" he said and she released a small chuckle. "You look equally as dashing " she replied.

The whole of it is too big. Miguel holds himself. He looks me in the eyes. He's deciding something. Suddenly he makes a long movement with his arm. I look down. He's touching himself between my legs. Playing this long, hard part that points to where he wants to be. It looks… beautiful… The arm goes back and forth over the length. Slowly at first, then faster. The wolf growls. Bite your lips again. Blood stains his pale teeth red.