Miguel Ohara Gif Novels & Stories

Mig! Miguel !!!! 🥺 Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued

Miguel raised an eyebrow, finger hovered over the trigger. “Or what?”

Miguel stumbled off balance, he quickly located his whip. When he could not find it, he swing a punch at Leo. Leo dodge his blows quickly before landing a punch on his face. Miguel wrapped the whip around Leo's leg, dragging him to the ground. He wrapped the whip around his neck, obstructing his breathings. " This will be the end of you", Miguel hissed, he tightened his hold on the whip. Leo held the whip, his face was turning blue from lack of oxygen. Miguel dipped his fingers into the gash on Leo's face.

My heart clenched as Miguel’s gaze found mine, his expression triumphant. "where is Atlas?"

This was working very well, at least until Miguel's arrival. When my thread finally got into the needle, I put it aside and took the antiseptic. The orange liquid shone when I soaked it in the cotton, staining my fingers with the strong color of the medicine. Miguel, motionless, with his eyes open and teary, did not emit any sound while I took his two hands and spread the medicine. His body's reaction was immediately directed to another type of pain, and he cracked his jaw to contain the scream that threatened to escape from his mouth, but the pain was such that he could not repress everything and the sound echoed painfully to my ears.

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.

Miguel scoffed at his pal. “Yes, yes,” his companion said with a smile on his face. “I’ll try to limit my playing,” he said quietly, adding, “umphh, why is he acting as if he doesn’t play around?” Miguel couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry when he heard this and exclaimed loudly, “I can hear you! You know!”

Miguel continued muttering as he finally managed to stand and face the large monster before him. "Tsk, can't I at least see a hot and steamy woman first before I die? I don't want to die in the hands of this ugly monster! I want to die in the arms of a beauty at least! I want the last view that my eyes see to be a beauty!!" he complained and wailed loudly as he watched the ogre finally launch itself at him. Miguel sighed and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry my queen and my brothers… I didn’t keep my promise of being safe… I think my time is up." He muttered as he waited for his death.

Miguel smiled as he sampled his abs and touched his handsome face before Pedri Pedri grabbed his neck and they both engaged in a friendly tussle. Miguel managed to break free and he ran away while Pedri chased after him with their voices and laughter echoing around the passage

People. _*]:min-w-0"> He leaned against a wall. Gasping. Heart hammering. _*]:min-w-0"> What the hell was that? _*]:min-w-0"> He looked back toward the park. Nothing visible. But he felt it. Still watching. Still waiting. _*]:min-w-0"> Miguel pulled out his phone with shaking hands. No signal. That was weird. He always had signal here. _*]:min-w-0"> The screen flickered. Went dark. Then lit up again showing a message he hadn't written.