Esperanza Mia Novels & Stories

Teacher Maria Angelica Ricafranca, a 20-year-old new teacher is very excited as today will be her first day of work at St. Mary's Academy in the City of Batangas. She woke up early and started her morning routine. Took a bath, had her breakfast, and carried her things. She is living alone in an apartment since she will be working in the City while her parents were in their ancestral house in Baybayin, Rosario, and Batangas. She's the only daughter of a couple of farmers Mr. and Mrs. Ricafranca. She grew up with a simple provincial living who only knew the school and their residence. Her friends used to call her a nerd and clumsy girl since her school days for she only studies well and does n

After Mira left without ever reaching out to me or her family members, no other woman ever had the same effect on me. Only Mira made my mind and soul roam like there was a burning bush. There was something about this lady that I can’t even remember her name. Each time I tried, the only name that came to my head was Mira. I went back to the supermarket and began my search. It was a big supermarket and I threw my hand in my hair in confusion, searching everywhere for her would take eternity. I sighed in frustration as I guessed the fourth roll. I walked down without any sign of her around.

By bumping her intentionally, she was testing Ameira, to see if she would care for her and if so, she would save her and stop committing suicide. Dainiel Mendoza was indeed a strong person who was still fighting despite the pain she was in. She didn't dare to commit suicide because someone was stopping her, and it wasn't her family or her lover, but the creator of this world. That’s why Ameira asked her if she believed in God.

The Cook looked up when he entered, ‘Ah c'è la mia piccola principessa, è la tua mamma povera piccola, è molto tardi per te per fare colazione.’ [Ah there is my little Princess, is your Mama poorly little one, it is very late for you to be eating your breakfast] Carlos felt his heart beating faster, ‘Qualcuno ha visto Maria stamattina, Cook?’ [Has anyone seen Maria this morning Cook?] The motherly older woman looked up from settling Alcina in her chair and placing her breakfast in front of her,

You’re growing a guacamole. You’re ridiculous. You love it. I do. How are things with Ethan? Mia hesitated. Then she typed: Good. Really good. I think he’s finally healed. And you? Getting there. That’s enough, Ava wrote. That’s always been enough. Mia tucked the phone away and walked into The Oasis. The smell of coffee and cleaning supplies wrapped around her like a familiar blanket. Mrs. Alvarez’s replacement, a soft‑spoken woman named Elena, was sorting donations. James was at his usual spot by the window, reading the newspaper. Liliana had sent a postcard from San Diego, where she was visiting a friend.

I decide to break the silence. "So your daughter is very beautiful. I really like her name Esperanza"I say awkwardly, Isabella sighs "Look Mia,I'm sorry for not contacting you like I promised I would. Things got messed when I got to Virginia. I'm so sorry" she says and I roll my eyes. "Yh,a phone call would have been good. I was worried sick about you, I didn't know to ask of you from. Then boom you appear on my door step with your looking like you just run from hell"I say trying to stay calm.

He had been missing since my last Mate died in our arms. Now with Hope around, he woke up and he desired her... She was our last choice, the gift the Gods gave me for walking the path and reaching the end with faith, even though I lost my two mates, the Gods gave me one more chance, a chosen one that would be as if she was my Mate. I had chosen Hope. That girl who wanted to defy the Gods, defy Fate and who had so much passion. Who could defend themselves without thinking of the consequences to those she loved, who was willing to throw herself into an erupting volcano if it meant saving those she loved?

Don't force erase traces I erased it more and more More and more, come back Hope everything will be fine Foliage, convey the message of my heart. Wind, take fly my taste. ~ Alisy a Cantara

Akira had not finished his words, so Lee Umji only listened intently. "My body that woke up from a coma after one year was inhabited by Kim Hana. That is why she wrote a Daydream script about her life story. Then my body came back into a coma and after waking up for the second time, Kim Hana's soul forgot about herself and her own life," Lee Umji said, explaining position where at that time her soul was not in her body.

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.