Fantoccio X Barnaby Novels & Stories

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Camille held Noah’s hand as they walked into Barn Sour, or just “The Barn” as most people called it. The rustic restaurant and bar was popular with the country locals, and the place was already packed on a Friday night. She’d taken Jenny’s suggestion and opted for a lightweight dress with cap sleeves. Noah looked handsome in a navy and gray pearl snap shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The band on the stage tweaked their equipment as Noah leaned in close to her ear to be heard above the noise. When his breath tickled her ear, she giggled.

"Monsieur, I cannot! Ze tray and I, we have become one!" Barnaby chose that exact moment to enter the room. He saw the red cake. He saw the red-mouthed investors. Most importantly, he saw me, the man who stole his fur hiding behind a tray. Woof! Barnaby lunged for the tray. I spun, the tray acting like a shield, and bolted for the kitchen. Behind me, I heard the sound of chairs flipping and Thorne trying to scrape the paint off his tongue with a butter knife. "Luna! The back door!" I yelled.