Hacienda Novels & Stories

Now, they lived in a palace compared to those years. The house was mostly Hacienda-style. With large pillars and wide arches. A fountain with moss covering it gurgling in front of the home. Sweeping staircase leading up to the front door. Thatched roof of brightest red. Vines crawling along the walls. My mother had clarified that this had been their previous home. That Santos had built it for her. You could see this in the way everything was placed. Built. A love letter to my mother. An ode to the life they had lived together.

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

“I’ll get the food ready. Maki-chan, Kenta, come help. Akiko, you can show them the rooms that they will be using.” “Yes. Leave it to me!” Aki-chan saluted and so did the other two kids. While they ran off head towards the kitchen, Aki-chan, still being carried by me, verbally guided us to our rooms which were right next to each other. Once Hiro-san had gone and left his backpack in his room, he came over to mine. “It’s a really big traditional house.” “It’s ancestral property. It’s been in the family for over two centuries.” “I didn’t know they were so well-off.”

So nice of you Villanueva, you dig a grave for me. "What the hell are you really hiding, Mr.Valencia?" Oh no.

With Stefano by my side, I have a feeling this trip to Mexico will be unforgettable. Hours later, Stefano and I arrive at Abuela’s house. The grand Mediterranean villa sits majestically on the hillside, its terracotta tile roof and arched windows exuding an unmistakable Spanish charm. A paved courtyard with an intricate circular brickwork pattern leads to the arched main entrance, above which a wrought-iron balcony overlooks the breathtaking ocean view. Lush palm trees and vibrant tropical foliage surround the villa, swaying gently in the warm coastal breeze. As the golden hues of sunset wash over the scene, I’m struck by the tranquil elegance and timeless beauty of Abuela’s seaside estate.

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .