Miguel Ojera Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

And shortly after 9:30, a man in his mid-thirties suddenly appeared to us and was now floating in the air. “Troublesome day to all of you, Future Irisians. My name is Señor Miguel. A Presenter in the field of Elixirlogy and I am here to be the administrator of your exam today. No bathing yet. The challenge that will be given to you for this year's exam will be called "GET A POINT." Where you go into the jungle to deal with the Sub-Fera we scholars here. Don't hesitate to hurt them, because you can't kill them no matter what you do because they are regen type of Sub-Fera and we have permission from them. So don't hesitate, as long as it's not allowed to kill them and Seymore, they're also not

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.

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

Maeve jabbed me in the side as we walked out of the change rooms. I had been paired with Jake in today’s exercise, who started the session off with an optimistic smile which was swiftly replaced by a permanent wince as he became well acquainted with the floor. I had felt Julius watching as he circled the group, his presence impossible to miss no matter where he was in the room, yet our eyes never met as I remained focused on the task at hand. “Really? I didn’t notice.” I shrugged, trying my best to downplay how much I most certainly did notice.

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.

He did manage marketing at the hotel. “Who are you who dare to justify someone. He was really cute, but he was human. You can't just decide. Did the hotel owner forbid ojol from entering the hotel? " snapped Eliana. Apparently, Stefan has not realized that he is talking to Eliana, a finance director, the son of the owner of the Grand Palapa hotel.

Inez said, resting her head on Mario’s shoulder. "His name sounds foreign?" Mario asked curiously. "Yes, he’s originally from Colombia, South America. I was on X yesterday and saw his post saying he wanted to visit Indonesia, so I messaged him. He’s a nice person, but you’ll have to speak English with him, Mario. Mr. Miguel Juan Diaz only speaks Spanish and English," Inez explained in detail. "Oh, okay. I can speak English, Inez. I used to compete in the Men’s Bodyshape contests, and there were Q&A sessions with the judges in English. During training camps, I also had trainers from outside Indonesia," Mario said.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.