Andestine Novels & Stories

I reply. I can see the excitement on her face. I know she loves to travel, and knowing Tianya and Kylynn as I do, I can almost guarantee that they are taking us somewhere in the Mediterranean. They love that area. I love that area. It is such a beautiful area, and it has such a rich and interesting history. I hear Mark groan from the kitchen. I am not sure he likes that idea, but once they set their minds on something, no one can change it. I overheard Lance say something about Kaden’s bachelor party the other day. I told him that I didn’t care what they did as long as there were no strippers involved. Kaden fully agreed, and I am sure whatever they have planned will be almost as ep

“Ashes in the rain. Repeat ashes in the rain.” “Target will follow. Meet at origin zero.” Silence. Then Coordinates. Not Lisbon. Not Malta. A small, unnamed triangle of land buried on an old spy map between Helsinki and Saint Petersburg. No city. No flag. Just a location. Dorian looked at Isolde. “That’s a burn trap.” “She’s alive.” “Or someone’s using her name.” Isolde didn’t blink. “She wants me to come.” Vivienne stood in the doorway, pale. Silent.

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V. The limousine rolled through the streets of North Central New York, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Philadelphia. Sterling and James are on their way to the "la fonte" hotel. This was the location where Sterling and James were told to meet Ferdinand the assassin. Sterling had contacted Ross Robert, one of the best contractors in the underworld, to help him get in contact with Ferdinand.

She was still scared but it didn't affect me so much now I was in front of him. "What is your name?" He asked me looking into my eyes as if he was taking away all my pain and fear. "Alexandria." "Mine is Aden." His name suited him I could already imagine him being called 'Alpha Aden of Midnight Warrior pack'. "Why did you cry my little wolf?" "She is scared of you," I replied in a short sentence too scared to say too much. "Your wolf?" He asked surprised when I nodded, he then turned to my Alpha, "I need to talk to you."

Chapter 51 Lyla's POV: Pulling out my phone, I typed a quick message to Justin: “I found a lead on Matteo. It’s a rundown orphanage in Cabo San Lucas called St. Maria Kenston. I’m currently standing in front of the building, just wanting to notify you about my location in case anything happens.” I slipped the phone back into my pocket and pushed the heavy door open. The inside was no better than the exterior. Dust blanketed every surface, and the air reeked of mildew and decay. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the desolate halls.

Her sister has gone there many times and she remembers it very well, even now. “Correct. Cambodia.” “Phnom Penh.” “Correct. Lebanon.” “Beirut.” “....Uzbekistan.” “Tashkent” “...Brunei.” “Bandar Seri Begawan.” “....Croatia.” “Zagreb.” “...Norway.” “Oslo.” “...Djibouti” “Djibouti City” “...Georgia.” “Tbilisi.” “And lastly, Sri Lanka.” “Sri Jayawardenepura Kotte.”

Either way it was dangerous and had to be stopped. Dawn sighed “you’re right”, she conceded “they don’t” she moved her hand away “alright Danny I’ll help”. “Dawnie, we owe you big time”, Daniel said, relieved. “Yes you do”, Dawn said “now, where is this taking place?” “A small town in Indiana called Edenvale”, the younger Wesson brother answered. “I’ll head off right away”, Dawn told him “just hang in there Daniel” and with that she hung up.

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

15th December 1999 Aanya’s POV: Azernia — tucked away in the west of Earkria and famous for its different accent — might not be everyone’s dream destination, but for me, it’s where everything began. So yeah, it holds a special place in my heart. There’s something charming about the city centre: the orange buses that somehow always arrive late, the street food that tastes a little too good to be true, and the endless variety of shops scattered around Tribulation Square and Monolith Plaza. And then there’s Cyprus Road — always busy, always alive, but my favorite spot? Home. My quiet little escape in Masto, a sleepy village on the edge of Azernia.

the manager was amazed that a young man, walked rolling everywhere, when I finish, continued with the trip. I pass the time, Set was stepping on the first villa of the Meldar kingdom, stop in a stream so that the horses could drink water, while the horses drank I took a map, to see what was the nearest villa, to rest,"well,let's see the escape village, it is the onethat follows, then it is 30 days to go to the capital, well, first my destination is the hacienda, let's see (look with your finger for the location of the city Avila,when you find it) rays is nothing from the capital, I think I will have to go to the capital after all," save everything and wait for the horses term