Miguel Ojera Novels & Stories

Zach forced a smile at her as he finally said something. "Yes and his name is Miguel Torres, a house planner, he has worked with many businesses men" Edna replied and Miguel's eyes widened. "Words can't describe how happy I am for you, right Zach?" Regina faced him with a smile. "Right," Zach replied and left then Regina followed him. When they were out of sight, Edna released Miguel's hands but Miguel had an angry look on his face. "You are a bloody narcissist, you should have informed me before using me like that but what do I expect from someone like you" he said angrily before turning around and leaving.

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

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.”

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.”

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

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.

“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.