Caribbean Novelas e Histórias

It made me smile, knowing that I still brought joy to him despite everything that had happened. The light in his eyes faded as he looked away, seeming like he was making some impossible decision or thinking deeply about something I could never understand. I went over to the bed where he was sitting and sat beside him silently, waiting for him to say something first. We were like that for the next five minutes before he finally spoke. "Caribbean," he said, making me blink in surprise. "What's that?" I asked. "Caribbean," he said again, looking at me, finally ready to talk. "That's the name of the mafia group that now has the docu

“I was recently in the Caribbean.” “I love the Caribbean,” Jonathan tells me. “I found the best little resort there. Maybe I can take you some time. It's amazing.” The idea of a Caribbean adventure with Jonathan makes my brain go all woozy as blood rushes to other parts of my body. “I think I'd like that.” The words come out in a whispery moan that makes Jonathan smile and me blush. “What else?” Jonathan asks. “I have to know more about you.” “What do you want to know?” I'll tell him anything. Everything.

Both were blonde, and had striking silver eyes. "What do you want for breakfast, Donna?" Zita asked me. I shrugged. "Um, my name is Isabelle. What's Mariano having?" "Cornetto, coffee, and fruits." (Cornetto - The Italian take on the French croissant, usually smaller, lighter, less buttery and slightly sweet, with an orange-rind glaze brushed on top.) "Yes, I'll have that too, please," I said. "Coming right up." Aria winked at me.

My worry was beginning to drift off slowly and when Carlos got back, everything we'd put in motion would finally be actualized. The door banged open, speaking of the devil. Big Carlos walked in looking sweaty and exasperated as though he was a nanny for crocodiles. His polo stuck to his body in the most annoying way and the few months I've known him made it clear it wasn't water. Carlos sweated more than a faulty air conditioner. The site of him could cause anyone to lose their appetite. That explained why I've never had dinner with him.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

I say "I did not choose the life of a rogue" "You didn't?" "No, I was banished" All of a sudden I'm on edge, wondering what she was banished for, she smiled before continueing "No, I didnt murder anyone, I found my mate, he was deemed the lowest of the low" she said smiling at Ed "Ed is a rogue, so rather then except him they banished you" Carol nods and I can see the pain in her eyes "Do you like being a rogue?" "I love being with Ed but I miss the fulfillment of being in a pack"

“Who did you say control the cartels?” “Some annoying brat named Ernesto. He is from the barbaric islands.” I love the Caribbean and spend most of my vacations there. I smiled at Alfalfa who was fuming in his mouth as he stared at the sunset. They should be scared for messing with Alfafa. “Don’t worry I will have my men put an end to it.” “Please, I want it as soon as possible.” Hearing alfalfa beg it must be so bad. “I have a contract coming up and it would ruin my business. If this news continues to spread.”

I wish you could see it. Willemstad - where was that? It sounded familiar, but it took her a moment to remember the name of the island. Curaçao. One of the Caribbean islands under the Dutch flag. She'd read about it when she was researching honeymoon options. She'd been enchanted by a photograph of Willemstad's colorful waterfront buildings.

As usual, mga crew agad ang bumubungad sa akin pagkalabas na pagkalabas ko, pero ngayon, parang balisa sila na ewan. I looked at the surroundings, the sky was still gray, the ocean was still. Hindi din mahangin at parang strange 'yung feeling ko sa lugar na ito. Caribbean Sea was the first thing that comes up into my mind. Ito na ba iyon? I thought it's only in the movies to see the dark sky and to feel a strange feeling in this place. "Magandang umaga, Binibini. Pinapatawag ka na po ni Kapitan sa hapag." sabi ni Jungle sa akin.

A wishbone tie hung neatly at her throat. “Can I help you?” she asked. “I’m just looking,” I said. “Planning an escape from the winter?” I picked up a brochure at random. The Caribbean. White beaches, blue water, sunlight. “Yes,” I said. “Something like that.” Bobby passed the window. I lowered the brochure. “You can take it with you,” she added. “Maybe next year,” I replied, already moving towards the door. Back on the pavement, he was thirty yards ahead.