Don Quixote Novels & Stories

So it's all good. ??? - I see. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Pancho Quixote, general of El Quixote's Knights. Riche - Quixote? Are you royalty? Pancho - I hate to shame them by association, but yes. The royal family has a long history of jumping to conclusions. Riche - Um, if you're royalty, you ought to compose yourself better. Pancho - It is disgraceful, yes. Gwahahahah!

The butler came to tell me a man in a hospital gown was asking to see me, calling himself Raphael Sterling. I was in my studio, painting. Beyond the window stretched a deep blue sea, scattering light under the sun. It was so beautiful it lifted everything in me, beautiful enough to make you forget every wound. I would not let Raphael come and foul a view like that. “Tell him no. He can leave the signed papers and go.” The butler nodded. “Of course. But forgive me, miss. He also says he has brought you the Star of Florence.”

"A year to pay back five million?" "Holy baby Jesus fucking Christ." Tricia cursed, Now it is her turn to panic. Yeah, that's right, it couldn't be pay off even if we work day and night for years. "Who is this guy anyway." she ask curiously. "He came with Dario to the café the other day" "Can you describe him?" . "He has this stormy facial expression, tan, tall and seem to have too much authority." I described. "Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso" Tricia's statement render me speechless.

’ ‘That is from a book called Robinson Crusoe, about a man stuck on a desert island who finds a friend who cannot speak English. ‘So why you call me dat? I cans speak inglish.’ ‘Only just.’ ‘What?’ ‘Don’t mind me, Don Don, I don’t mean anything by it. You really are my world now.’ ‘Now you go again, dis don, don, don, don, don, I tell you, I don’ tink I like it.’ ‘Oh, shut up, here’s another pile of money to eat.’

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.

Looked at Damien across the park, who was already crouching beside Noah distributing the first test quantity of white bread to an audience of entirely receptive pigeons. I wrapped my hands around the cup. It was the right temperature. I did not know what to do with that so I simply drank it and watched. Noah opened his notebook to the question page. "I have seven questions," he said. "You have to answer all of them. You cannot say I do not know if you actually do know. And you cannot make excuses inside the answer. Just the answer." Damien looked at him. "Okay," he said. Noah looked at the notebook.

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

A sigh escaped my lips, already growing tired of the back and forth. My fingers wrapped around a familiar metal tucked behind me, and my gun was retrieved with practiced ease. With the muzzle of my gun pressed against his forehead, I spoke again. “Who? Sent. You?” He was shaking, and every fiber of his being was evidently consumed with fear. He mumbled inaudibly at first before he started to make coherent statements. “It was a man. They call him Don, that's all I know,” he squealed, trying his best to hold back a sob that threatened to escape.

He looked at me tenderly. "Now you have grown up. You are my most perfect creation. I will not allow anyone to defile you, not even myself." My heart was already riddled with holes from his words, but I stubbornly pressed on. "Fiorenzo, you are the Don of a mafia family. Your hands are stained with blood. You are not that sacred. "But even if you were God, tonight I would drag you down into sin with me." "This is the last time I will indulge you." He sighed.

“I have not actually thought of that because, all I have been thinking is that there is no way I would win. How would I make her fall for me, when I am someone else in the day and someone else in the night? ‘’ “How soon is the full moon?” “It’s four months away.” “Wow! Then you have wasted enough time. You need to start acting fast Ichab. Odin is not resting you know.” “I know.” He replied sadly. “I just don’t know where to start from.” “Wait, what kind of a lame name is Ichabristhough? Is that a first name or what?” “It’s IchabrisNuel. When the witch kept casting the spell, she kept mentioning ‘Odin’ and that was how I became someone with double personalities. I guess it was just okay for u