Fortunato Novels & Stories

said Diego to break the word atmosphere created between the two . " Not everyone ! " said Charlotte with a smile . " What makes you say that ?! " asked Diego curious . ' I am a princess yet I live like a maid ! ' thought Charlotte . " I don't think that a noble and wealthy birth can be considered lucky . the way a person lives his life............that's when he will start to see whether he is lucky or not . " said Charlotte . " ..........You are right ! now that you mentioned , it is true that not all people are considered lucky . " said Diego and Charlotte looked at him with a surprised expression because she didn't expect him to agree with her .

He just kept looking down. You mean, Katty is the devil? "The king lowered his head and asked, right in the fortune teller's ear. The fortune teller had no more courage to speak. He nodded slowly. "Bodyguard!" King Van De Fretas exclaimed. There were footsteps running into the room. Two bodyguards came. "Catch this fortune teller, take him to the Island of Death and leave him there!" ordered the King to the guards. The fortune teller seemed to already know the consequences of his honesty. He didn't fight back one bit when the guards took him away.

My gut wrenches and my insides are being torn out for everyone to see. My fingers fly over my phone, ordering a ride to a new destination. Fortunately, I am able to catch one right away. Once the car stops, I then run once we reach my destination. I run like my life depended on it, reaching the gravestone that had the name engraved, 'Juliet Porsse'.

Based on this guy appearance, I figured out that he is Marquess Arello "Greetings marquess Arello"

Thankfully, to Dessa and she made John Carl stop. but in they serene, a person suddenly rushes towards them and shouting “there is a MANANAGAL outside! and it’s attracting a horde of zombies!”

Sunny’s POV I was yawning while walking down the road off to our University when a man suddenly appeared in front of me. He’s wearing a black suit and black shades on his eyes looking like a complete member of men in black. “Sunny Peruvian, am I mistaken, ma’am?” I blinked. “H-How did you know my name?” The man took his shades off and bowed at me. “I apologize for the unexpected approach. I’m Edward Wilkinson, Ma’am Peruvian.”

Richard and Van Dough quietly standing on the left side, bowing their heads down. "So, who is she?" Figaro asked, as the stripper handed him a glass of red wine and another one lighted a cigar for him. Figaro was an Italian man.. his accent said it all. And from the faces of Richard and Van Dough, they knew the man well. "Sir, she is here to get sold." Richard, with a very smooth and polite tone, said to which Figaro showed him the eyes and said, "Who are you? Did I asked you to speak?"

But the destiny is really playing with them, Fatima and Sarah are just halfway to their destination when the heavy traffic greets them. Miss Fatima is in frustration. In her mind, she is already cursing the heavy traffic in front of her. She said to her mind that she is so not lucky this day. First, they receive a very bad news about Sandro then now, traffic is becoming a hindrance for her and Sarah to arrived early in the Mountains of Feruly. Miss Fatima is really frustrated but she is not showing it throught actions. She is just saying it in her mind. She knows that she must control her temper, knowing that Sarah might be affected if she shouts in frustration.

Afraah is an eighteen-year-old girl that lives with her stepmother, her three step-siblings, and her biological brother who is a cancer patient. After high school her stepmother couldn’t afford both her school fees and her brother's hospital fees, she had to forsake her college for Khalil to have good medication. She meets Rayan whose life is hidden, all he cares about is his brother when he finds out that Afraah is his only hope to get his brother to get better, will he toy with her emotions and use her for his selfish needs or will he eventually fall in love with her?

It wasn't until one night when Alex showed up at my doorstep that I finally opened up to him. I told him everything, about the drug business and Johnson's proposal. I could see the pain in his eyes as I explained everything to him. He begged me not to leave him, but I had made my decision. I knew that it was over between us, and I couldn't risk him getting involved in my family's mess. As he left that night, I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. I knew that I had to marry Johnson and put an end to this nightmare, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a huge mistake. Deep down, I still loved Alex, but I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment.