Faraway Wanderers Novels & Stories

Kimora chipped in They all made their way outside, they entered Daisy’s car and Daisy drove off. They got to the shooting place together mostly if it requires three of them to be there, Daisy picked up Kimora earlier on before driving down to Flora’s. Kimora sighed as Flora and Daisy kept laughing. “Hmph, just few minutes to the shoot and these bitches are yet to be seen” Larisa groaned looking at the door as people made their way in and out “Bitches? Hope Kimora is not included? She’s much better than them” Ava halted immediately and asked

Something harder and more miraculous: the moment a family stops mistaking pain for structure and chooses, however late, to become living people again. She did not yet know that by morning Rashid's gratitude—and his fear—would ask something of her that reached far beyond music, forgiveness, or the dead. Only that as the oud carried Naïma's old song into the warm Moroccan night, some unopened future was already gathering itself below the notes, waiting for dawn to give it words.

“The mayor had appointed Lawrence Linus as president to take over command of the taskforce in my place. Lawrence promised to get rid of every shifter here in the city within a week. We shall wait to see how he intends to do this.” The sky was a fair maiden with blue brocade skirts that were embellished with shimmering whorls of chalk-white wisps and enshrouding in a gold lace overskirt made of gauzy sunlight. And below it, a Jetta made its way along the lonely stretch of a long-forgotten highway, surrounded by huge towering oaks which had their incredibly long branches stretched into the road, shading the vehicle from the stabbing glare of the unforgiving sun. Landry drove down the lonely hi