El Forastero 2 Novels & Stories

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

The words came almost like an indistinct whisper, but he thought he heard: “I love you, Augusto…” He wasn’t sure if he’d heard it right, but even uncertain, he smiled tenderly. He brought his hand to her face, stroking her softly, and whispered in reply: “If that’s what you said to me… I love you too, piccolo tesoro.” He closed his eyes and, with a warm heart and a surrendered body, fell asleep within seconds. --- Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, Estela stood with her arms crossed, her heels tapping impatiently against the floor. Her piercing gaze was fixed on the manager, who maintained a rigid posture behind the counter.

Fiorella shouted to her. "Yes mommy" said my princess and continued to play while eating her ice cream. As we both looked at Leonella, I simply pulled out the elephant that was in front of us that neither of us wanted to see, "I want you to leave Darian and both of you to move with me to Italy" I said looking at Fiorella seriously.

Alle suppressed her laugh. "Hey, Marco! You have an I*******m account right? Bella was so loud because the boys were quite a distance from us. "Yeah," he answered like he isn't sure. "You should follow me! You're so annoying!" she demanded like a child. "I'm not using it since a long time ago," he retaliated.

Aurora snorted, "Elowen, if you're feeling dizzy, you should sleep more. Besides, with a wound, you shouldn't eat seafood. Don't you have any common sense?" Elowen's face turned pale. She had just mentioned it to annoy Aurora and Vespera, not thinking too much about it. As the elevator reached the ground floor, Aurora helped Vespera into the car and left. Alaric, deflated like a punctured ball, hurriedly took Elowen home, not bothering to get any seafood porridge. After settling Vespera, Aurora went back to the studio to work. Chery's movie Dual Facades had been sent to a European film festival for selection and had successfully qualified, so Chery would be going abroad again this year to wa

The driver stepped out, opened the rear door, and a man emerged—tall, lean, dressed in a tailored suit that clung to him like armor. Jericho’s face went still. Maria looked up. “Who is that?” Jericho didn’t answer. Celeste narrowed her eyes. “I know that look. Who is he?” Jericho exhaled slowly. “His name is Elias Navarro.” A ghost from the past. Elias walked toward them with the confidence of someone who had never been denied. His hair was silver at the temples, his eyes sharp and calculating. He stopped a few feet from Jericho and smiled. “It’s been a long time.”

The Astor mansion sat at the end of a private road that the city had long ago learned not to bother. They knew who it all belonged to. The garden at the back was Elena's project that beautified the home. Silas Astor was in his usual chair with his usual newspaper, working through it with the focused attention of a man who read every page whether it interested him or not. It was discipline, he always said, to stay away from devices for some hours. Elena was of the opposite in that opinion as she was seated beside him with her iPad tilted toward the remaining light, scrolling through an Italian design house's new collection with the focused pleasure of a woman conducting serious work. She paus

And he doesn’t even like it when people touch him. The unspoken truth was clear, Elora had loved Zarek for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, she’d hoped to be claimed by him once she came back. And now, she was standing here, everything was about to change. Elora raised up her head after hugging Zarek who was sitting down. “I am Elora, the emissary from the Italian pack. This pack is also my home.” She said smiling. We all nodded and they all welcomed her except for Evelyn and Mira.

Fernanda screamed, but Calisto didn't even glance back at her. Elara felt nervous about her father's reaction, but she bravely looked up and saw Calisto's anger and disgust upon hearing Fernanda's final words to him. TO BE CONTINUED

she asks in a choked whisper. "Wow, she's good," Elliott says amazed causing Abbigail to jump in my arms. "Sorry Mrs. Andersen, didn't mean to startle you." "I didn't realize Shawn had guests, I'm sorry," she says quietly as she turns to leave. "Who do we need to beat up for making a beautiful pregnant woman cry," Elliott asks in a humorous tone and Abbigail smiles through her tears. "As much as he upset me for my decision, I love my father," Abbigail says quietly, accepting comfort from Elliott.