Book Eleven By Sandra Cisneros Novels & Stories

SELENA Learn from me. Or destroy everything. I clutched the old book to my chest like it was the last lifeline left in a crumbling world. Its leather cover was cracked and worn, the edges stained with the dust of forgotten truths. My fingers trembled around it, but I couldn’t let go not when everything I’d believed in had just shattered before my eyes. The silence in the library was no longer comforting. It thickened around me like fog, heavy with unseen eyes. Watching. Waiting.

Clearing his throat to catch my attention, he threw me a glance that told me I needed to calm down. “I’m sorry Mrs Castellano I —” “It’s Cruz!” I seethed, standing up and slamming my palms down on the desk. “Mrs Cruz, I know what you are thinking.” José’s voice wobbled just like his lip, which had me smirking. “Oh, you do? Vinnie, did you know José is a mind reader now? Well, I guess that makes sense since you fucked up on the one job that’s now biting us in the ass.” I snapped. I could hear the evil shadow taunting me in the back of my mind. It wanted to end this man, see him bend and break until there was nothing left of him. But that would have to wait. Time was on our side, Vinnie remind

The chips had finished. “And I was craving some,” I cried. It looked like God heard my cry because I saw a boy carrying a cart filled with ten packets of chips. It’s because of people like him that others couldn’t buy chips. He couldn’t even leave one. I followed him silently, but he seemed to notice someone was following him and turned around. I quickly turned left and pretended to look at the items there. “Oh my gosh, this thing is so expensive. Can’t they reduce the price? This supermarket has expensive things. I can’t buy this,” I said, turning back. The boy had already left.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

What happened with Selena is just the tip of the iceberg, and I feel lucky that I didn’t get in anyone else’s way before I leave for my house. I walk as fast as my legs can carry me down the alleyway, the boys on the other side have taken my money from me, so if anyone else meets me here, they’ll beat me up because I have no money to give. Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I’m about to make it out of the alleyway when something catches my eye. It’s glowing in the dark, the yellow light is bright enough to draw attentions. I want to ignore it, I know I should, but when I take a closer look, it’s a book. I love books, and seeing this one lying on the floor hurts my heart.

“I know you’re curious, anyone would be. You absolutely want to know who the person you’re eating from is. But you have to trust me that he is completely safe to be around and would do no harm. If he wanted to tell you, he would have already and it’s not my business to interpret and do so myself so don’t expect me to say anything. I will take all of my friends’ secrets to grave if they want it to stay that way.” They both grew silent as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held so many feelings in his eyes. He reminded her of a book she read called No Matter What. The main character was called Tim. Tim held the secrets of all of his friends, yet no one knew about any. He would go as far as

Eleven said. "What do you mean?" “Forget it, if you're not really hungry, can I take your share? I'm starving and to survive here I need energy” "Survive here? What does it mean? Are you going to stay here, like the people my father paid to keep me company?” "Yes" "I don't need someone like you! Get out of here!” "Yes, that's what I want too" Eleven said and came out of Nathan's room, he returned to the dining table and saw Eva still crying beside her husband.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Immediately Belinda heard that shocking revelation, she screamed and collapsed! Life doesn’t always go the way we plan or towards the direction we want and as humans, all we can do is hope and pray that things turns out the way we desire because we don’t have the Final Say. Belinda was already excited at the thought of reclaiming her lost son but that hope was instantly crushed and shattered in a twinkle of an eye. The heart break that came with the news of Rita’s disappearance was too much for the devastated woman to bear and it made her unconscious.