Come What May Novels & Stories

Saint held up a page: Tell a story. May cleared her throat. “Okay. You’re getting the one about the goat and my grandmother’s TV.” I glanced at her, mildly amused. Goat? She launched into it with the kind of ease you don’t expect from someone so guarded. There was wine. Family. A TV. A goat named Destiny with a personal vendetta against electronics. I wasn’t prepared for how funny it was. Saint slapped the couch with silent laughter. I tried to hold it together. Then— “She headbutts the TV,” May said, eyes bright.

When she was gone, May sighed, putting the book inside Maryam's backpack. May had a short bath. She tied a towel on her head and walked out of the bathroom to see Maryam already in her room, eating meat pie and a chilled coke drink. "That looks good. Oh, won't you give mommy some?" May joked and Maryam giggled. "I'm going out," May announced when she finished dressing up. She was putting on a strapless yellow gown that stopped just after her knees and black colored flats to match. "Where are you going to?" Maryam whined.

I murmured, carefully, balancing the tray of food in my hands and heading into the bedroom where May was waiting. "Hey," May greeted me with a smile, but she looked tense. "What's wrong?" I asked cautiously, setting the food down on the bed before sitting next to her. "It is Snuggle. Cupid, to be precise. She asked me if she could use my poem. This app really digs into our lives." "And what is this poem about?" "My mother," May mumbled, looking away from me. I was reminded of my reward. The poem probably had something to do with it. May shying away from the question itself was enough giveaway, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin a perfectly good morning.

Stupid tears. Mathew hated theatrics and had told her, but he was not about to bring that up now, not when her emotions were running high. So he looked away from her swimming eyes as he asked, “What was it you wanted to discuss?” Never would he have imagined what she fired back. Not from the mouth of his sweet Serena, “We need to have more sex!” His head swerved back sharply to her in disbelief. “What?"

"Come in." May ushered Lara to her room with an evil smirk, a smirk that never left her face. "You look excited. What's the plan?" Lara questioned, balancing on the couch. May walked to a cardboard and brought out a white substance to Lara. Lara gave her a questioning look before accepting it. "What's this?" Lara asked. "The weapon that will destroy Amby's and Jake's marriage forever." May giggled and sipped a cup of water. "You are talking in riddles May, I don't understand a point." Lara argued.

It was the signal for the master library. "Señor Mateo is back," my mother whispered, her face turning pale. "He just came home very angry. He slammed his things down and demanded a hot pot of black coffee in the library right now. The other maids are locked in the storage room counting the food for tomorrow, and Doña Carmen is busy. You have to take it to him, Valeria. I need to watch the stoves or the bread will burn. Please, just keep your head down. Do not look at his face."

I don't want to arrive there, wearing that old clothes, it's not like someone would appear and do some magic! I was panicking, it’s not like I can go right now in the village and buy a dress. Also, I can’t delay our travel just because I need to buy a dress! What should I do… I was thinking hard when the door opened. There, May appeared while holding something in her hand. “What’s that?” She gave me what she's holding. “Open it.” I did what she told me. What’s inside this bad? I removed the rope that was serving as its lock.

Will she give it to her father without thinking or will she be smitten by the money she could make out of the land? The car was now in front of the main door, Micah got off and walked in, Unlike the usual, Today the mansion gave out a feel of a home rather than the showroom for breathtakingly beautiful walls and luxurious furniture, He heard chuckles, and low voices, one was a sweet and warm voice that could cause one’s heart to tremble, while the other was a happy yet very familiar voice.

Her breathing becomes shallow. Despite staying still, blood kept gushing out from her stab wound. Her hand had gone frail from pressing on to stop the bleeding. Care suspected her stubbornness in the end won't help. In her trance-like state, flashes of an insignificant memory from the past resurfaced. Up on the hilltop, her ancestors built a pristine white mausoleum surrounded by evergreen trees. They called it Paradiso. Who would not?

"Tonight, we have a rare item. A masterpiece of flesh and blood." I stood there, my hands trembling at my sides, the restrictive silk of my gown feeling like a straightjacket. I tried to turn, to run, but Thaddeus’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back toward the center of the stage. "Look at her," he shouted, gesturing to me with a sneer. "Veronica Hudson. She looks like a saint, doesn't she? So pure. So untouched." He leaned into the microphone, his voice dripping with venomous lies.