Encanto Mariano Novels & Stories

Lapuz demonstrated the greeting. Kate imitated her ma and said: “Laumlayag. What does it mean, ma?” “It comes from two words: laon and layag. As I mentioned earlier, Kan-Laon is the supreme god of the encantos. His name means Ruler of Time. So, laon means time while layag means sail.” “Whoa…” “Yes, Laumlayag means something like ‘I’ll see you across time.’ Encantos aren’t really immortal, you know, but they sure live a very long time. They greet each other Laumlayag on a daily basis. Isn’t it romantic?”

I’m met with her gorgeous doe eyes that are wide and staring back at me. “I want you to be mine in every way; luna, mate, wife, everything.” “Enrique…” she begins, her voice shaky. “You are mine, Mi Amor, and I want everyone to know that you are the queen of this island and the seas. I want you to be the mother to my children. I want the entire world to know Enrique and Kataleya as one. That one day from now, when we are remembered, it is as one, not two individual beings. For this Puerto Rican man is nothing without his diosa.”

She realised that he was going towards Koreatown according to the GPS instructions. "Koreatown?" He hummed. Koreatown was a neighborhood in Los Angeles, mostly popular for karaeoke nights. "You really have planned something." Sebastian grinned, shaking his head. "It's nothing too fancy, but I hope you like it." After half an hour or so, they reached there. They stopped in front of an ice-cream shop. She looked at Sebastian who was nervously tapping at the steering wheel, the joyous mood had dropped and was replaced by something more serious. Then Sebastian spoke.

The Mariano Ancestral House is but a world well-hidden. The gates are nothing when the people themselves restrain their brothers from seeing it. Essi could only wish for Paco to see it again. His pictures all around here. He looks like a fine prince carried as a small lad in silk blanket over the arms of the king. Enrico Mariano is never forgotten in this place. Minerva is the princess. Her portrait reveals authority that radiates whatever is her manner of clothing. Whether she would wear a royal jewel gown or a law-enforcing neon vest over a dark cotton shirt and cold pants, she still looks the same. Their ancestry is well-illustrated inside the grand palace of the ancestral-tourism land. S