Esperanza Rising Online Book Novels & Stories

The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but life was hard, food scarce. Then, came Annalise. A beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. Annalise, who had shared her food, her stories, and most importantly, a newfound hope. Elara’s voice trembled as she spoke of Annalise’s dream of escaping to a faraway land, a land filled with endless pastries and endless kindness. And then, Spencer. The fear that clouded Elara’s voice as she described the cold fury in his eyes, the way he dragged Annalise away, sent a shiver down my spine.

---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on A****n, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.a****n.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<---------

"Silly girl, listen carefully. Being close to a powerful figure is dangerous. Moreover, Mr. Vazquez treats the entire world as chess pieces. Our family has risen because of him, but the risks have grown just as fast. One wrong move, and everything collapses, and we won't even have a grave." He added, "You're still young, beautiful, and full of potential. I want to lift you high into the sky, but I'm terrified of dragging you into hell instead." Mikayla huffed. "Relax, Dad. I know exactly what I'm doing. My rise won't depend on the family forever. One day, I'll be as sharp as you are, maybe even surpass you, and even outdo Mr. Vazquez." Lorenzo let out a dry laugh and said, "You have quite th

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x how was the chappy? you are welcome to express your thoughts in the comment section and please add this book to your library, Happy Reading!

The title on it was 'wasteland ' . ''Wasteland '' he uttered taking out the book from the shelf and reading the first page . After some minutes he was reading through the entire book , .'' So wasteland is a world where mythical things like fairies lives ? do they really exist ?'' he was confused . Then in the middle of the pages he found a note . Being curious he unfolded it . There was a coordination written there along with a symbol . '' What is this coordination ? and this symbol it looks like a full moon does'nt it ?'' he mumbled .

Melissa started to raise her voice, as though she had more to say. “Pardon me, Ms. Jenkins, but I’m busy. Goodbye.” The night lights lit up in the city. Many nights ago, I had dreamed of sharing a warm home with Wanda. Yet, she singlehandedly destroyed all those dreams and shattered them to the point of no return. - The project with Surge Technologies was both my touchstone and whetstone. Mr. Jones was very generous with affording me with resources and power, but he did so while keeping a close eye on my performance.

Then, her body became weightless. She could feel herself fading. Her expression turned into a liberated and expectant one as she thought, "I'm going home, Michael. You and I will never meet again…"

The fresh sea breeze brushed against Serena’s face, carrying the scent of salt that seemed to wash away the lingering weight of Jakarta’s pollution and the bitter memories that had long suffocated her. Aboard a luxurious yacht cutting through the deep blue waters of Labuan Bajo, Serena Zea finally felt truly alive. The vessel glided smoothly, leaving a trail of white foam behind it—just like Serena, who had left the ruins of her past far beyond the horizon.

Trust that Kade's training and the vague promises of a dead woman's visions would be enough to keep me alive. I laughed. It sounded a little unhinged. About a month ago, my biggest worry had been whether Damien would choose me at the Luna Ceremony. Now I was reading prophecies about ancient evils and trying to figure out whether I was brave enough to face something that had been killing my kind for centuries. A knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Come in," I called. Elena entered with another breakfast tray. One look at me — still in yesterday's clothes, eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion, the journal spread open across my bed — and she set the tray down with a sigh.