Miguel X Tulio Novels & Stories

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

They were able to dodge most of the blows so far, with counters that outdid their previous moves. After a few more minutes of outdoing each other, Marcus was able to land several blows on Tulio's jawline and a few on the temples. He blocked multiple straight punches thrown by Tulio and managed to knock him down once. Tulio swiftly rose back up and charged like a mad bull. He succeeded this time and struck a powerful straight kick with the bottom of his foot to Marcus's stomach. My breath hitched when I saw it. Marcus was taken aback but only for a second before he caught Tulio's heel to lift and hook his foot with the nook of his elbow. Tulio tried to strike him with his hands but Marcus lif

His gaze lingered on my lips before he continued. "But trust me when I say this, you have a lot to offer", his lips pulled into a smirk as he derived sick pleasure in my misery. "I hate you", my eyes stung with tears as I sprung up, glaring down at him spitefully. Cruz shifted uncomfortably in his seat clearly suffocated by the intensity of my glare. Miguel's gaze narrowed and he silently watched before the corners of his lips quirked up. "I know, but business is business", Miguel whispered with a sickly sweet smile stretched across his face.

Isabel POV The room crackled with tension, every second stretching into an eternity as Diego stood in the doorway, his rifle raised. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto Miguel. “You don’t have to do this,” Miguel said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his eyes. Diego’s expression didn’t falter. “Yes, I do. You’re on the wrong side of this, Miguel.” “The wrong side?” Miguel stepped forward, his rifle lowered slightly, but his movements deliberate. “You’re working for a man who’s willing to destroy everything just to control it.”

Mage gushes at the attention of the man she deems as hers. The concierge seats them and Leo orders a bottle of expensive wine, he knows Mage talks when she gets tipsy, so thus his goal was to get her in a mood. As they sit eating, Mage's glass continues getting refilled by the waiter. (Almost as if the waiter was told earlier to keep them coming.) Leo flirts with her, his foot brushing against her bare leg under the table. Mage reaches across the table and runs a long, red painted, fingernail across his outstretched palm. He acts as if the motion turns him on, his eyes glazing over as he looks at her.

“How much ammunition?” “Twelve. Six for each or however you want to even it out.” Nodding, I leaned down to see the side of it. “Numbers?” “None. Never had any to begin with.” “What does Miguel want for them?” Paulo smirked. “Ten thousand for the two of them” I snorted and gave him an eyebrow. “You planning on skimming off the top of the profits, pendejo?” As much as he butchered my name with his accent, my thick Russian accent butchered his language.

“But we’ll figure it out. We’re not going to rot here, trust me.” He nodded like he believed me. I wasn’t even sure I believed myself. We were quiet again, the silence hanging heavy between us, until I asked, “So… Alessio taught you how to fight?” Miguel looked up at me. “Yeah. He trained all of us. He’s brutal, but smart.” I scoffed a little. “And you think he could’ve beaten Kaelan the second time?” Miguel didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. He was distracted by you. That’s all.”

“Let someone else replace her at the pop-up. I’ll double whatever you make.” A low chuckle rumbled from Miguel’s chest. “It seems your man here has money to squander,.” His eyes slid to Nia, his lips curled into a smirk. “But I’m not cheap, Julien.” Julien heaved, trying to gather his composure before his gaze landed on Miguel again . “What more do you want?” Miguel tapped the barrel of the gun against his temple pretending to think , his lips twitched then, his smile widened. “She shows up for the next one.”

Miguel stepped forward out of the crowd and bowed in front of me. “Sorry, we came late.” “Nah, this was early enough.” I patted his shoulder. He glared at the head soldier who'd been spewing a bunch of nonsense earlier. Miguel swiped out his sword and aimed the blade at the man's neck. “Back off,” he growled at him. “We just need to get back our Luna and arrest this traitor!” The head soldier snapped, taking out his sword and returning the favor, aiming the blade right back at Miguel's neck.

Lavínia preferred not to leave Brazil to study and be closer to her family, especially her younger brothers, the twins. - Papa! Give it a chance - Miguel couldn't take it anymore. The call-up - Look, if he gets up to something, you can say you won't call him up again for the same reason. - OK! You win. - Miguel raised his arms in surrender - But he won't know beforehand. He'll know on the day with the other players.