Don Quijote Novels & Stories

Dante: The man’s words played in my head as I opened my eyes the next morning. My vision blurred as the light hit my eyes, and the headache that formed afterwards didn’t help much, but that was the last thing that I could care to think about right now. My heartbeat was calm, and my wound bandaged, and despite just waking up, I couldn’t help but think of the topic. The man’s words played in my head regardless of whether or not I was exhausted.

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

The man who had once stood at the center of the criminal underworld, the man whose name alone made powerful men lower their voices, was now on his knees in the middle of a quiet Swiss street. For a moment neither of us spoke. He looked up at me, and there was no trace left of the cold, untouchable Don I had known. His voice broke when he finally spoke. “Elena… I was wrong.” The confession sounded like it was being dragged out of his chest piece by piece. “I thought loyalty meant repaying debts no matter the cost. I thought responsibility mattered more than everything else.” His breath shook in the cold air. “But all I did was destroy the one person who actually mattered.”

I stared at Amber really well and it sounded like he was in so much pain. "Well that's all in the past now, today I'm a serial killer", he said sounding normal again. My hands went to his cheek, "Are you happy being this person that you are?", I asked. He wrestled with his words for a long time, "I don't have a choice Lexy, there's no going back for me, I'm already in this and there's nothing I can do to stop this", he said in a painful whisper. Who would have known that the dangerous Don was in love with dogs.

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

"Do not hurt her!" Dante. The door suddenly opened wide revealing the king himself, Dante stood by the door, his arms were crossed, he was shirtless and he had a small white towel hanging on his neck. As much as tried to ignore his muscular build, I could not help but admire his large chests and obvious muscles. I gulped a lump down my throat as I slowly watched him approach me. "Was escaping the only plan you could think of?" He cocked his head to the right at me and raised a brow.

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

Guillermo's temperament was completely different from Lorenzo's. Lorenzo was like a drawn blade, sharp and exposed. On the other hand, Guillermo was like a deep pool of water, still on the surface, yet concealing turbulent currents below. "Sit." Guillermo pointed to the chair across from him. Lorenzo didn't sit. He remained standing and asked, "What do you want?" Guillermo set down his cup, looked up at Lorenzo, and smiled faintly. "What do I want?" he repeated the question. "Lorenzo, what you should be asking is, what have you done?"

, Dolores asked. “The one from Italy, mama”, she said. “Okay, and so?”, Dolores asked as she picked up her glass of wine. “And so? Mama it’s not any random old Don. He is young and has the face of a god. You should see him mama”, Lima said in a dreamy manner. “Okay, I see. You have a crush on this Don. I will see what I can see about setting you up with him”, Dolores said and took a sip from her wine.

he added harshly, the words laced with anger. I snapped back. “I’m not cheating! Yes, I was angry. Yes, I wanted to make you regret hurting me. But I’d never go that far. I wouldn’t bring another man into this. That’s not who I am.” Marco wasn’t satisfied. He leaned in closer, his voice a little colder. “The mayor’s son. Jairo. Isn’t that his name?” he asked, mocking me with his tone. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything. Not wanting to give him more reasons to be jealous.