Don Quijote De La.mancha Resumen Novels & Stories

he said, taking my hand and addressing the crowd, his voice full of love and solemnity, “I, Arthur Russo, am no longer the King of Chicago. I am merely a knight in service to my Queen and our Princess.” He had backed up every promise with concrete action. After the meeting, the news was everywhere. Stories of our love were the envy of all. Tucked among the major headlines was a small, insignificant blurb. Mr. Capello also delivered Lucas’s final letter. I took the envelope but didn’t open it. I walked to the fireplace, watched the roaring flames, and let the envelope fall from my fingers. The fire devoured it in an instant. The past—the love, the hate—was ash.

I still had plenty of time to get ready and head to the club to meet Antony and his friends. I put my backpack on, locked the car, and went to buy that coffee. I sat on my favorite bench and enjoyed my coffee while I read my book. The book I borrowed from the public library was Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. People said it was really good and I agree with them. I swallowed the pages like I was famished! It was amazing so far and I was still on page forty-one. I sighed with satisfaction and thanked Cervantes for this pleasant distraction.

That big bald man clenched his fists and threatened, “You better kneel and apologize to Miss Lorissa right away. I will consider letting you keep one of your arms… or else...” Before that big bald man had time to finish his sentence, he heard a muffled thud. It was Don Quijote who had lost his patience and thrown a fierce fist at his chest. Who the hell was Don Quijote? Although he was not exactly the most potent fighter among the eighteen generals, still how could his punch be taken by an ordinary man like the big bald man? His punch landed exactly on the tattoo of Hanuman’s head, which was right on the chest of the big bald man. The man’s chest instantly caved into his body as he spurted a