Borrasca Author Novels & Stories

One of them, at least. Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the here and now. He turned to see what had got my attention, then he looked back at me. "Isn't that one of your classmates, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What's wrong, Rosette?" I looked at him, probably with wide eyes. I most definitely felt panic. "Yes, but..." my voice shook, eyes once again on her. She wasn't looking at me anymore though, now she was only looking at her book as if she was reading anything, the stupid book was upside down!

Ambrose's eyes flickered; he smirked slightly. Larissa noticed that she had gotten distracted. She continued giving Ambrose a pat-down. "Stop … Don't touch me there!" Ambrose turned red from head to toe. Larissa realized that she had gone too far, so she let him go. Ambrose asked shyly, "What are you looking for?" Larissa said seriously, "I wanted to see if you were carrying any magic items that could protect you from the sun." Ambrose said, "Do you seriously think the author will allow fantasy elements in a romance novel?"

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD My blood ran cold, and my hands shook. The words seemed to writhe on the page, a venomous taunt. I read it again, my eyes scanning the elegant script, searching and hoping it did not mean what I imagined it did. Yet, it was there before my very eyes. A simple, brutal question that sliced through my composure like a razor.

“Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a life for a life. Or let me suffer the way you deem I deserve; I will never object. And I will never hold a grudge against anyone. I have done this to myself; I should reap the harvest from the seeds I have sowed.” Borasco boldly admitted and proclaimed. He was no longer bothered by anything, not even death. Because his eyes had their focus on life, he was going to start ahead of him. Unknown time, unknown how, unknown everything, but his faith in the words the Moon Goddess had said lingered in every corner of his heart and being.

About the Author Ayra Borjal is a writer from Catanduanes, a lovely island in Bicol Region. She is the author of the heist-thriller, The Confidence Trick. She is into mysteries, thrillers, science fiction and fantasy, and prefers to write with those genres as well. Writing helps her express her individuality and style, and she believes she is still a work in progress.