Datura Stories Novels & Stories

Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork. Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see. "Erick, check out this painting." She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you." Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.

Daniel ripped the journal page off the basement wall with trembling fingers. The blade clattered to the floor, the sound metallic and final. Ryan stared at the message, every word carved into his chest like a threat. “Every story needs an ending. I’m coming to write yours myself.” Daniel’s jaw tightened as he crumpled the page in his fist. “He was here, Ryan. He was in the house.” “No no, that’s not possible,” Ryan whispered. “We locked the doors. The windows. The alarm”

she murmured, her voice soft and filled with curiosity, "will you tell me the story again? The one about the woman and the man who got lost?" Damon smiled, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You want that one again? Even though you already know how it ends?" Eden nodded solemnly. "It’s my favorite”. Juliette stood just outside the door, watching the scene unfold. Her heart ached with the kind of joy that only comes after great pain. She leaned against the doorframe, invisible for now, and listened. Damon's voice lowered into the warm cadence of a storyteller. "Once upon a time, there was a woman with a brave heart, but she forgot who she was. And there was a man who thought he was strong, b

“You heard Ambra. If we do this right, she’ll let her father know we’re good for other jobs. We’ll have an in with the Matrone family.” She was struggling in her chair as the two men exited the kitchen into the dining room carrying gas cans with them. They were going to burn down the restaurant with her in it. She rocked in the chair, whimpering when the chair toppled and because she was tied up, she couldn’t stop the impact to her head. Delfina considered she finally understood the saying ‘seeing stars’ from the way bright lights flitted in her vision from the smack to floor. She closed her eyes and struggled to focus. Wiggling she tried to reach her phone.

My gaze goes blurry and I try not to let the tears spill down my face. "Oh, good. You're awake." Uncle Fern spits at me, waving my phone at me. My eyes blearily travel to it, trying to process everything around me. "This thing just kept ringing and ringing." I try to support my own weight, lifting myself off the ground, "Where am I?" "Home, of course." Uncle Fern replies, deliberately skirting the answer to my question. I snarl at him, "This is not my home." "Of course, dear. My apologies. Botswana is your home." Uncle Fern snickers, leaning towards me from where he's seated on his wooden stool, "Then what are you still doing here, Dina? I gave you the chance to leave. Why the delay?"

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.

Lena told her and hugged her tightly . "Thank you Lena ,I don't know what I would have done without you in my life ,I guess it was a good thing that I met you here "Dora told her and nodded standing up. . "So what are we going to do now? Don't tell me that we are taking the next flight up to US tomorrow "she asked looking at the girl who was crying just some moment ago . "I would never let that man get married to my mom ,it's either I stop that marriage or I tell him about his pregnancy and when I do she will have to end no matter what whether she likes it or not "Dora told her friends and she nodded smiling .

We called it the March of Stories. I carried mine for Vareya. Rafael for his sister, Liora. Dahlia for the futures she’d seen. Seris for the silence she now cherished. And the children oh, their lanterns burned the brightest. They carried the Ninth Flame now. They just didn’t know it. Yet.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.