Miguel X Miles Novels & Stories

A black SUV. Uncle Xavier’s men. Panic struck like lightning, but his feet were already moving. He sprinted toward the docks, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His tiny hands clenched Mr. Growls tighter, as if the stuffed bear could somehow keep him safe. “Hey, kid!” a voice shouted. Tires screeched. Doors slammed. Heavy footsteps pounded after him. Miguel darted into an alley, weaving through stacked crates and rusting metal debris. He had been running all night—he could run faster, longer. He had to.

a man he had never seen before and in his very own house. "Stop the car!"Xavier ordered. He flung the door open barely waiting for the car to come to a halt. He headed towards them. "Who the hell are you?"He asked, angrily. Miguel let go of Amanda's hand. "I'm mi....." Xavier cut him off with a wave of his hand and turned to face his wife. "You brought a man to my house, and I thought you had some dignity in you"He yelled. "Don't raise your voice at her!"Miguel thundered. Xavier backtracked."How dare you?"

I promise I`ll be good. Raina smiled at the man in front of him. She is right! Tony said to him, Xavier looks like a dagger ready to kill him at any moment. See, even your assistant believes me! Ok. Xavier said and he walked to his car immediately without looking at her, she followed him, and when she turned to get in the car. Hmm... I have my car with me so I will just follow you, will that be ok? Xavier nodded in response, and they drive followed by one another to the long road of Mover City, going to Xaviers Villa.

"Miguel is my youngest son's illegitimate child with his then-secretary, Mabel. They didn't have a relationship. But in one night of mistake, Miguel was conceived. It was never Mabel's intention to destroy her boss' marriage. So, she resigned without even knowing she was pregnant. She never told Ralph until Miguel was ten years old. Miguel fell seriously ill, and Mabel couldn't afford the hospital bills. If that hadn't happened, my son wouldn't have known about Migo.

Miguel replied. ***

Chapter 11 Miles POV "I can't believe you made me do your dirty job on my first day here. I've been away for six years, is this how you are supposed to welcome me?" Miguel complained to me as I pulled over in front of the warehouse, and I rolled my eyes. "Stop complaining," I replied to him casually as I pushed the car door open and alighted from the car. He did the same thing.

“Yeah, you heard it right? She’s different now, because she’s a mother now.” Sirena nod her head, “Fine, we will just be visiting when the baby is not sleeping,” Xander sighed, “I need to get you pregnant soon,” Sirena laughed, “No, I’m still building my career and you can’t ruin it!” Later on, we noticed that there was a commotion occurring outdoors. Miguel's vehicle slammed into the fence, and he appeared to be fuming in anger as he stepped out of his car. The realization dawned on me, and I bolted for the door leading to the side. Fabian stopped me, but I'm not going to let that stop me from talking to Miguel this time.

Like the countryside. “How did you know someone who lived this far from where you live?” I asked Miguel once I noticed that he was driving to somewhere more secluded. “Let’s just say that a good friend of mine contacted me once I stepped on Mexico after a few years. Then I was given the address of where they live,” Miguel answered. They. So he wasn’t referring to a person but some people. My curiosity ran even deeper and I couldn’t wait to know who they were. “Are we there yet?” Gwen asked.

Without a question, the man was a smuggler, but he had a way of remaining composed under duress that gave Isabella hope in the middle of the mayhem. The sound of gunfire dwindled as the bush started to thin. They had outrun their pursuers for the moment. The safety they were looking for, however, still seemed so far away. “Where are we going?” Xander asked Miguel in a stern yet quiet voice. Miguel said without turning around, "A fishing village is about an hour away." The rest of the travel to the safe home will be covered by a contact I have there. "And Victor?" Solomon enquired, his voice tinged with mistrust.

It seemed as if he had just woken up from the unusual way his cap was placed on his head. "I'm awake. Do you want me to take you somewhere, Miss." I chuckled. "Sorry to have woken you like that. I just need your help." "My help?" "You know Miguel more than me. I need you to tell me where he train's. I've been a little inactive for a while and it's not good for my body." "Oh I see. Well Miguel train's himself most of the time. He runs long distances and challenges himself with obstacle courses.' "But I don't see any obstacle courses here."