Amorío Novels & Stories

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

I yelled in the hope she could hear me but still no answer. "Cassandra" I warned shaking the door handle. "I'll kick this fucking door down if you don't open it" As soon as I was about to kick down the door it opened slowly revealing an angry Cassandra. "Maldito gilipollas, ¿tienes problemas de ira o algo así?!" Her Spanish accent dripping with anger but it kind of turned me on even though I had no idea what she was saying. (Spanish Translation: Fucking asshole, Do you have anger issues or something?!")

Palermo’s sun was merciless by midday, washing the city in a cruel heat that made the bullet wounds from last night throb beneath bandages. Luca’s men cleaned their weapons. Amara sat at the dining table, a laptop open before her and the red wine untouched at her side. Isabel’s diary sat beside it. She’d gone through it twice now, and still — the pages read like prayers and riddles. But on the third pass, something clicked. A name. Written in Spanish. Ink faded. Circled twice. “Santero.” She stilled. Not a name from Palermo. Not even Sicilian.

Ama wandered through the silent streets. A strange feeling settled over her. Not loneliness. Expectation. As though the city was waiting. In the center stood a massive circular plaza. At its heart rose a single monument. Not a statue. A mirror. Twenty feet tall. Framed in living vines. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. Ama stepped closer. This time, her reflection did not appear. Instead... Countless faces emerged. Men. Women. Children. Old. Young. All smiling gently. Then, one by one...

Andi. "Okay, I go there now, sir," said Amar ending the call. Rio drove his car towards Mr. Andi's house. Amar hopes that both houses will fall into his hands. So that he can be close to his wife. Amar has no more desire. He just wants to be able to see his wife and children every day. Even though he couldn't get close to them. Not long after that, Rio's car arrived in front of Mr Andi's house. The three of them got out of the car. And immediately greeted by Mr. Andi in front of the fence of his house.

“Nope, but I’m aiming for it. I’m still only Seasoned rank.” “Eh, no way! With how strong you are, you should be Legendary!” “Well, I haven't raked up enough points yet. I’ll get there though.” “It won’t be long then. Oh, Lord Dragunov, look!” Amari crouched down and inspected the ground. “There’s some kind of track here. Looks like wolves. A lot of them too.” “How many specifically?” Matthew asked just to know how good she was since he already knew the number.

Surname? "López, María López. The view is exceptional, like a water paradise. The waves are seen approaching and moving away in the distance. They lose strength before reaching shore. White sand hugs our feet as we walk. He parked near the beach, maybe fifteen steps away. I enjoy the aroma of saltpeter and the light breeze. This, in short, is a paradise. He comes forward and I follow him up to two plastic cheilones. Just when I go to sit down, I glimpse a sign that caught my attention. This is restricted air. Julio settles into the red and yellow striped cheilon. He has not realized that we will have a visit from a security shortly.

It was a happy day for the Santos family since they were moving into a new house in a small town called Santa Monica. Amelia their daughter who was deaf was signing to her mom how excited she was to see her new room, while their son Andres was quiet, he was sad about their move since he had to leave his friends behind. They reached their new house Mr. Santos turned his car engine off and went down from his car and gave his wife the keys to their new house and asked her if she could open their house.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.