Alma Elma Novels & Stories

with that she climbed upstairs After few seconds footsteps were heard from the staircase, looking up ,I saw Gomez's wife now looking pail and fragile due to stress and maltreatment. Behind her I saw a totally different person, her courageous Aura stood out , she was breath taking and nothing close to any of her pictures I saw , her curves were ... No Ace, you shouldn't admire her like that ,oh Lord save me , was all i could pray.

sit down and grab a beer so we can get to know one another.” Dalton and I walked over to the other chairs that sat across from my dad and Emery. He handed us some beers and we popped them open. The screen door on the front door slammed open and my momma came out with a furious look on her face, “Jesse, you forgot to get me-“ My mom stopped and stared at all of us sitting on the porch and her eyes fell on Dalton. She brushed her fingers through her hair and smiled flirtatiously, “Mija, who is this fine young man?” I looked up at her and rolled my eyes. My mom was a 5’3” fiery Latina with looks that could kill. She had long, curly blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. My friends used to tell

Zander tries to hurry our little group along. “They won’t find us, we are cloaked. The walk through the mountains will take days and there are outposts all along the main trails. If you give us a moment we can find a clear route back to your pack but your impatience is not helping.” Alma looks up from the handful of stones she produced from her pocket. She reminds me of Imelda but with less patience and more attitude. I only became fond of Imelda after our time in my mother’s garden, I had judged her harshly and unfairly, maybe Alma will grow on me too.