Don Quixote Novels & Stories

The sun rays from the window hit my eyes, and they fluttered helplessly. I managed to open my eyes finally and saw Don Antonio looking down at me with narrowed eyes. He held a huge jug which he passed on to Leonardo the moment he saw that I opened my eyes. I soon realized how drenched I was. The heavy outpour of rain in my dream was Don Antonio emptying a jug of water on me. I stood immediately with water dripping from my body to the ground, I was so drenched. “You sleep a lot.” Don Antonio muttered with a blank expression.

Desperation is a process but what kind are you desiring your own to walk in? I continued the calling after a few houses then I noticed I was at the gate of my money owing lady. I tried my best not to be rude, you know those instincts of a man who has been borrowed but is not expecting a no. So I continued calling out my orders until I was facing the gate. She came out smiling and said jokingly aya akapera meaning ndipowo chimwe chikwereti ( those ones they are finished borrow me again). I gave her a haze look , she quickly said she was joking and gave me back me my money surprisingly it was triple to what she took ,she said as she looked at me gratefully "you have a good heart young man kee

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."

Tyr did not even take a second glance at Zeus but turned around and rushed toward another killer with disdain. Concurrently, Don Quijote and those female assassins from Violet Succubus Organization were having a big battle. Don Quijote was fond of women, but at this moment, he did not dare to have any compassion for these ladies. So he took the lives of those female assassins ruthlessly.

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

How could she possibly trust him? The Don flashed us a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He squatted down, adding another gun on top of the mess of clothes in his suitcase, zipping it up. "I think I haven’t introduced myself to you guys properly. My name is Santiago, I'm the Don of these streets. I have a few places I can take you. I can even get you jobs in one of my clubs or bars if you are interested." "Take us with you then," Dolores concluded.

I rushed to get his order, while ignoring Millie giving me the evil eye. I placed a steaming mug of coffee before him. "What else can I get you, Don?" "Nothing." He said, "And its Mariano." "Huh? Mario Cart?” A flash of extreme annoyance on his face. "Mariano. My name is Mariano, Isabelle." I shivered. The way my name rolled off of his tongue was a sin. Oh God. Jesus Christ, Izzy. Calm your boobies. "Your name isn't Don?" I asked stupidly.

It was ethereal, as surreal as the thick white fogs which covered the floors without rising. I was...transfixed, stunned. But not as much as when the light at the end of the hall came to life, baring to my view, the silhouetted figure of none other than the only man who could break me apart and put me together, The reason for my sleepless nights and the bane of my existence, My Don, Ferrara De Castello. The effects of the lights made me to dim my eyes, my narrowed pupils gulping in the full elegance of the man walking towards me.

“What are you talking about? Dante’s killer is dead.” “Yes,” he answered quietly, “Mr. Cruz is dead. But there’s more.” I blinked at him, confused. “More?” My father leaned back in my chair, those deep grey eyes studying me intently. “Mr. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. He was X.” For a second, the name didn’t register. Then it hit. X. The name whispered through every criminal circle, the assassin whose contracts left no witnesses. I felt my throat dry. “That’s not possible.”

In reaction to his statement, I nodded. “I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I was trying to test you, but I can tell you’re not completely insane even though you don’t seem to be very smart, as seen by your unwillingness to explain what happened to our millions of dollars, so pardon me while I test your ability to think coherently.” My men laughed out loud when I called Santiago out. “I merely intended to act in my family’s and my own best interests.” He made a statement. “In opposition to the Vikings?”