Novels by anniesodar

AlejandroThe small industrial plane lands on the small landing field in the middle of the field we designed especially for that purpose. The two girls at the back squeak in confusion as and fear as we quickly loose height, the pilot, Jose, already impatient to be done with his work for the day so he can go home to his woman and kids. Both him and I hate those long trips to the capital and we make it so they are as rare as possible and long in-between. We are simple, country people and the big city with its flashing lights and honking cars are not for either of us.Just like our countryside with its humid hot air is not for these European women riding with us. They are already sweating, their expensive city clothes too heavy for our weather. The redhead one, the lady lawyer, tries to keep her cool now but I saw her nasty temper earlier. She’s a feisty creature, who’s keeping her true nature in the name of the deal she’s here to procure on behalf of her friend. And about her friend— da

KaterinaSitting in on a twelve hour flight over the ocean only to wait for an internal transfer with a private company jet was not on my wish list for this year, or any other year for that matter. Leaving everything I have and everything I’ve worked for behind just on a chance is not something I’d usually do. Ever. But Alejandro Montener’s story checked out to the last dot and the truth is ever since that not-conversation with my mother, I’ve been on edge.The doubt kept gnawing at me for days, eating away my resolve and my anger at the father I never knew, and here I am now. It took a while to sort out our visas, because where we are headed, somewhere in the north west parts of South America, to a country I have only heard about, they want everyone to have their documents straight. At least I have Eva with me to help in case something gets mixed up with the paperwork.It’s a big step, a giant leap of fate, and the truth is I am really scared about what I might find once I land. A pa

AlejandroIt’s been three days since I called Katerina Eneva to inform her that her father is dead and she’s about to inherit a fortune, and she mocked me in the face.Three days and neither she, nor her lady lawyer have reached back to me, and I am starting to get impatient. There was actually a deadline in that will according to Maria - if the daughter doesn’t come to claim her inheritance up to one month after the will is opened, she looses everything. But so do I. Which means that I need her for now and it pisses me off, I am not a person who relies on others to do his business, especially when so much is a stake. I lost my sight for a second and now I will pay for my mistakes.So, here I am, haunting the empty halls of a house that’s no longer my home, alone and restless, and angry. God, I am so angry all the damn time. It’s added to the old grudges buried deep in my heart, waking up the sleeping volcano of my patience. What is there not to be angry about? My entire life’s work

Katerina“Kàte, we didn’t expect you tonight!” My mother scowls at me before she moves away to let me in, eying the suitcase I drag along.I am still dressed in my dark pink shorts and my favourite silk tank top and I know she doesn’t approve it, even though my clothes are expensive enough for her liking and not that short at all. I am not like her with her perfect blonde hairdo, not a hair out of place, her youthful face gleaming from within even on a relaxing evening at home.Damn her, she looks so perfect even after a long day at work, and it makes me feel small.She gives me an absent hug and a polite smile as we walk into the living room where my little shit of a brother is playing some video game and barely notices us.Everything in the apartment shines like we are in some kind of museum, not a real home.The air smells of fancy perfume, one of those specifically designed luxurious home scents, perhaps one of my mom’s special deliveries from Paris, or wherever. It does a perfect

KaterinaMy father’s name is not Pedro Montener, but when I was a little kid and we were all a happy fucking family for five minuets, he used to joke with me that one day he’d change his name, because his was cursed, and achieve great things so I could be proud of him.We used to watch this silly soap opera one summer, me and him, in secret from my mom, who hated such shows, and there was this great character, a role model dad, named Pedro Montener, who did everything for his children even in the expense of his own happiness and desires. Petar used to say he’d be my Pedro Montener one day. Then the drinking got to him pretty badly and not only did he not achieve great things for me, he just left us. I was eight and heartbroken, and messed up because of it all, for years. And last I heard he’d gotten married and found a new family, so screw him, right? I am a grown up now, I have my own life. I don’t need that man back into my present when he robbed me of my past.Next to me Eva tenses

Katerina“My name is Alejandro Montener and I am calling about her father,” the stranger with the latino accent says on the phone and my heart skips a beat.God, I didn’t even think I had it in me to get shaken by someone mentioning my dirtbag of a dad ever again, but here I am in the middle of this beautiful, wonderful market place in Chania, on my so well earned vacation, shaken to the core just by a few words said by a stranger on the phone.By instinct my hands start trembling and even though I know, logically I know it might be some sort of a scheme, deep down my brain goes into overdrive. Next to me my best friend, Eva, looks concerned as she asks me what happened in a hushed whisper.My eyes narrow at her, using her as an anchor as I let her drag me to the sidewalk so that I won’t bother the street traffic. The shadow of the nearby building covers this side of the street and it’s chillier here, darker.“What…” I blink, searching for the words. “What about him?”This must be a m