Miguel X Reader Novels & Stories

Then death came ruining it all. Miguel came into my life and I fell in love, I loved him so much and he loved me too. I thought I already found myself a man that met the standards of every fictional character I have read about. He was a total green flag that I didn’t need to be colour blind, then he disappeared and I couldn’t reach him not until the day I saw him in Diego’s mansion, he’s dead now.

Miguel had just kissed her in front of Tasya! "I- I'm good," Lara stuttered, her eyes on Tasya, who was grinning behind Miguel. Tasya had already managed to regain her composure. "Um, I have a visitor. This is Anastacia, Migo. She's my best friend. Tash, meet Miguel Villareal," she introduced, her jaw almost dropping when Miguel didn't even glance at Tasya.

Miguel said, carefully closing the pocket blue Gideon book. “You did have to do that, I mean, I preferred to be scolded than to lie at all.” He moved a little space where I could sit. “Why don’t sit here?” he asked. I sat beside. I could smell the fragrance he put on, bringing me closer to his soul. I admired Miguel not just because he came from a religious family but because of his kindness, his smile, his eyes so gentle, and his wonderful character. “Are you okay, Eliana?” he giggled.

Placing a wet kiss on my lips, Kira walked away, concentrating on fighting off the punching bag. The sight of every part of her body moving rhythmically to each limb she lifts. Had something's in me churn In pleasure. Making a move towards her, loud footsteps raced down the gym. All of my intentions flew out the door when my eyes met with Miguel's. “There is an important call for you, Xander!” Miguel announced winded.

Miguel's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and Ximena could feel the weight of his protective energy; he wasn't just concerned about her; he was livid. But suddenly something seemed off about Miguel. She took a moment to observe him closely. “Who are you?” She asked with furrowed eyes. “I… I don’t understand. What do you mean, who am i?” Miguel returned with a question, feeling bemused. “Where did you learn to fight like that? When did you suddenly turn to John Wick?” Ximena asked, trying to process the whole thing. Miguel chuckled. “Oh, my darling. We will talk about this later,” he promised. “Right now, let’s get you to safety.”

I couldn’t tell them though. I turned to Miguel. “How were classes today, baby? Did you eat anything yet?” He gave a small shrug. “Boring. I fell asleep during my last class, actually, and then had a dream.” “What kind of dream?” I asked, rubbing his back. He hesitated. “You were covered in blood and walking toward me.” His voice was soft. “You were smiling creepily.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. “It was just a crazy dream,” I said quickly. “You know I’m right here.”

I cross my arms over my breasts, hiding myself. - I am scared... — You should have — Miguel moves my hands away so he can see me. — I know what it's like between the legs. It's small and narrow. I'm going to hurt you,” he says softly. — I'm going to hurt you and you're going to like it, Kim. — Miguel — my eyes fill with tears of emotion. — Don't beg. Not yet. Once I'm fully inside you then you can beg as much as you want. Not now.

My firsts clenched into a tight rock. Her words sliced through me like a knife, memories of deaths from the plague flashing back into my mind like a hurricane. I kept remembering how Tara died in my hands. It was like a live nightmare I couldn’t escape from. But in that moment of pain, another voice broke through—Aiden’s voice, clear and strong, echoing in my heart. “You are my Luna, Migumi. My strength is yours, but you have your own power, your own worth.” And with that, I lifted my chin, staring back at the proxy with the same amount of pride and fury.