El Forastero 2 Novels & Stories

“Maybe. It’s been an eventful night, but now I must take my leave.” Lorenzo watched the Sedan pull up just as she exited. *** Elena pulled out her phone. “It’s me,” she said when the line connected. “We need to talk.” A pause, then the voice on the other end came through, soft but wary. “What’s going on?” “I think we have a foreign player in the game.” Silence stretched on the other end, then the voice spoke again, calmer now. “Where are you?” “Outside the Salvatore estate. I’m heading home.”

And when they did, it came with visible, often permanent, damage. The final stage, Umbra Finem, was death—a slow and painful one. A rot from the inside out. The absolute loss of connection with the moon and their pack. There was no coming back from this. There were rumors of ways to delay each stage, but none had ever been proven true. My only accessory was a gold digital watch—vintage Casio, slim and subtle. The quiet beep of its countdown timer alerted me: twenty minutes had passed. I closed the files. I’d revisit them soon.

The chaos that had consumed everything around us started to settle. It was almost surreal—like the world had been holding its breath, and now, finally, it was exhaling. The infected were slowing, their movements becoming sluggish as the cure began to take effect. I could see them staggering, their once-violent movements growing weaker, the uncontrollable hunger in their eyes diminishing.

It did not take long before he calmed himself and pulled out some papers from his briefcase to show me. His voice was gentle as he said, "These are divorce papers. Don't get it wrong, you know Yvonne married a foreigner and got a foreign citizenship. Now she wants to become a citizen of her own country again, and she can only do that by marrying someone from there. I'm just helping her out.” "After we sort this out, I'll divorce her and we'll get remarried." I knew there had to be a catch. He would not offer help without wanting something in return.

he said, and I nodded in response. Time passed quickly. After we finished our breakfast, we checked out of the resort. We boarded a helicopter, and I honestly thought we were heading straight to Manila — but I was wrong. Our chopper landed in a place I didn’t recognize at all. The moment we stepped down, I saw a sleek black car already waiting for us. An elderly driver stood beside it, clearly having arrived long before us. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mang Cardo. By the way, this is Allys, my fiancée… and this is Leo, our son,” Leon introduced us to the old man.

Ary stood there for a long while, the screen dimming in his hand, his reflection ghosting across the glass. He exhaled slowly, but the tension sat heavily on his shoulders like the weight of her words that echoed. “You don’t own me.” He wondered why she would say something like that. Though he knew it would have more to do with her broken marriage than with him, it disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. ~~~~~ Elena pushed open the bedroom door, her fingers trembling from the cold and the realization of what she’d almost done. The room was dim, lit only by the soft night lamp near Sky’s crib.

Meanwhile, lost in their obsession with spoiling Wendy and mating her with Allen, Terence and Camile were oblivious to my departure and even lashed out at me. As Terence and Camile drowned in self-loathing, Allen couldn’t hide his rage and desperation anymore. He couldn’t believe that I had joined the research team in the North. He had to set out right away. Dismissing the wreckage behind him, he turned on his heel to take off. “Allen!” Terence stopped him. The ever-so commanding werewolf seemed to have aged in an instant. “Bring Sasha back. Tell her that we are sorry.” Allen’s footsteps faltered for a second. Without looking back, he gave a heavy nod.

Elena went to her room to get a few things before coming out to meet up with Ciro who was holding Kastos. “Aren’t you coming?” Elena asked as she entered the car “I will meet you tomorrow” Ciro said and kissed her on the fore head “Take good care of Kastos” he said before looking up at Lucifer “Remember your Job Lucifer” “My life belongs to you Boss” he said and entered the front seat of the car before they drove off. ** Carl was going through some documents in his office when a call came through from an unknown contact “I believe I am speaking with Carlos?” the voice which sounded like Russian asked

He has a perfect handsome face with black eyeliner, blue eyes and a dark lipstick. Standing beside his throne is another alien, who's wearing a silver armor, with a sword on his side. He's wearing armor down his neck to his feet. His head only is free from armors. But this armor does not prevent him from moving freely. He can move freely as he wants. He is wearing one big sparkling earring on his right ear. He has also super white skin like the prince. A pale one. Like a vampire. He has green eyes and also has eyeliner and a dark lipstick. Is this how aliens look? They're like idols wearing make up. Even though they look like villains in movies, they are both handsome.

The board wasn’t playing. They were escalating. And this time It wasn’t subtle. Across the city, in a quiet office Marco D’Ambrosio closed his phone. Smiled thinly. And opened a file labelled: ELARA DE LUCA — FULL REVIEW