A Month In The Country Novel Novels & Stories

“Mom, in case you have forgotten, the entire country is controlled by these Mafia dons. There is nowhere we can run to, they’ll always find us.” “Who is talking about moving to another house?” One of my brows quirked in reaction to the sharpness in her voice. “I am talking about moving out of the country. Or moving away from the country. Whichever is correct.” She threw her hands in the air as she muttered, “English is complicated.” “You want us to move out of the country?” The first thought that came to my mind as I watched my mother nod her head was Selena. Leaving Poblacion easily equates to never seeing Selena again. Does that mean that Selena will soon become a distant memory?

“It does, you are mature enough for the details that I would, normally, take out.” “I was always different than my sisters.” “There is nothing strange about that, I was different than my brother.” “In what way, you were different?” “I was always headstrong and impatient, while he was the opposite.” “Where does the story start?” “Like every other story, naturally, this one starts at the beginning.” IV In one of the cottages, a cheerful group of Kozaki sat around a small table and drank to their heart’s content. “What is the news in this part of the world?” Oswan asked.

He was a foreign man with striking blue eyes. He didn't say many words, but his sharp eyes and stern expression made it impossible to ignore. Furthermore, he is August. The woman with short hair and glasses, her name is Alice. Alice tilted her head in respect, she reported each incident in a monotone voice. "The person we sent to C-city was intercepted. Indeed, the two guys protected her very well." The man smiled thoughtfully. "Just multiple brats." There is a really strange point. Both Bernie and August are from N country, but they can use the language of V country fluently, and use it as their primary language. But those were just her questions, she didn't have the courage to ask.

[1st month of book release date] Abigail's pov - I sat in my cozy study, surrounded by the comforting embrace of books lining the shelves. Soft light spilled from the desk lamp, casting a warm glow on the worn pages of my notebook. The success of "Fragrance of Love" had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken.

It's not surprising to find translator jobs, but this job is looking for someone who is fluent in the language of Country A. Country A, where she was sent by George, is a less developed country. Few people learn the language of this country, because the languages that circulate in the world are those of the most developed and powerful countries. The salary is not bad. So she drops off her resume. Then she puts down her phone and goes to sleep. The moonlight pours in front of the window, like slippery silk, soft and delicate. It is so quiet in the middle of the night. The woman in the bed gradually falls asleep. A beam of white light pours into the courtyard from outside. Then a Maybach arriv

My eyes stayed on the water. They left the City he continued. Around midnight. Headed for Country B. Country B. The words echoed in my head. "Country B." I muttered. My voice sounded foreign, rough, like it belonged to someone else. I said nothing else. The cigarette burned my fingers. I dropped it and crushed it under my shoe without looking. Then my phone rang. The sound sliced through the air. I pulled it out immediately, my heart slamming against my ribs. I answered without checking the number.

gone. The drive to the airport is quiet, filled only with the occasional sigh from Mrs. Jennings and the soft rumble of the engine. I stare out the window, watching the familiar city blur into nothing but distant memory. The pain in my chest grows heavier the further we go. I’m still processing everything and still reeling from yesterday’s truth bombs. Drug trafficking. Adoption. Three brothers I’ve never met waiting for me in a country I’ve never been to. Canada. It feels like fiction. Like some poorly written drama. Except I’m not watching it. I’m living it.

The night lights of Seoul seem to slide swiftly past the window, marking my first night in the city. Everything here is new and strange to me, a girl raised in the United States. It was there, just three months ago, that I found the man of my dreams. "Are you nervous, darling?" His sidelong glance captures mine as he holds my hand, kissing it gently while driving. His smile melts me inside; I can hardly believe my luck in marrying him. "A little. What if your mother doesn't like me?"

I've barely been sitting in the departure lounge for an hour, my knees trembling as I stare at the flight board, when someone calls my name across the terminal. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I must be unwell. Lol. How did I have issues writing all through this month, but look at me on this beautiful last day of the month and I'm so locked in it's crazy. I feel like a different person. This month was just lazy for me. I couldn't do anything. This book was the only on I managed to update but I think I'll be able to update the rest now. But, gotta finish this to an extent first.

Author's Note: Happy New Year, everyone! This is my first update for 2021, and yeps, it's kinda long. I enjoyed writing this chapter, and the fact that there is something for Zhanaia at the end of this chapter, it went far. I wanted to thank everyone who gave and will give this one a try. This is my first ever English novel, I know I still need to improve a lot and I am more than willing to learn. And by the way, I wanted to give everyone a heads up; I am not from Zurich, and I haven't visited Switzerland even just once (though I hope, someday, I can). I am from the Philippines. Some have been asking me, 'Why set your novel in Zurich, Switzerland if you haven't visited the place yet?' And I