Anaa Novels & Stories

the lady standing close to the pass bar at the kitchen asks. I blink and shake myself out of the staring contest I never want to end and say, “Oh, yes. I am staying across the street, and I was talking with Melissa at the front desk.” I explain. “She tells me that someone working her sells honey?” the lady looks at the fine specimen standing before me, then back to me, and back at him as he stands there just looking at me and says nothing. “Gabe?” she laughs.

She mouthed the words bye before exiting. For the past five years, Anya and her father lived a simple life in Tandag. A small town of Surigao del Sur. An edge of the Pacific Ocean. Its vast ocean was what she loved to see everyday. The blue beaches and the peacefulness of the city was what she longed for the most.

Killarney, Ireland, 1846 Aislyn was standing next to the well, the one that most townsfolk used to water their animals when they were out on the commons as her family’s sheep were now. Though he had no animals and no reason to be congregated near the watering hole, he realized he was approaching, and there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from doing so.

chief Hugadah announced. Murai drew back in shock. “What? My sister?” His father cast his eyes down for a bit, before speaking up again, as he narrated what happened. “King of Muzagah,’ said the prince, “I have no respect for kings who are mere ants that I can smash to smithereens. Dignity is given to the one who that deserves it. You deserve my respect. I will explain why. Believe it or not, I shall take no stone from your treasury if you give to me, that which I desire more than silver or gold. It is a woman, for I have been stricken by love; and I know that you must have heard about Nana’s death. News always flies so far and spreads widely. Believe me, I saw beauty in Nana. After she died