Ivanhoe Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

"Of all names." "You don't like it?" She asked me, putting her hands on her hips. "No, I think it's great," I said, ruffling her hair. "Dinah the barn owl." We stopped walking and looked at a fallen log on the side of the path. Eric dropped his bag to the ground, running a hand through his hair. "There's an ant hill on the other side of this log," he told Nova.

Therefore, I intend to enjoy myself until it was time for us to return permanently to Rayuwa. After a long day of touring the city of Venice on a boat, we returned to the hotel Ca Maria Adele. It was a beautiful luxurious hotel, and Binta loved it there. The only thing that made her a little bit uncomfortable in Europe was the fact that there were fewer people of African descent there, making the environment alien to her. Binta was heading to the bathroom when my phone began to ring. It was my Lafiya mobile. I knew it must be important. I looked at the screen and saw my mother's number, so I answered.

CHAPTER SIX Wednesday, 24 March, 1869 The closed cart rattled its way through a set of heavy iron gates. Ellen peered out of the small side window. Her insides quivered as she took in the leafy trees and a sliver of clear blue sky. She whispered its name: Belle Vue. An exotic sound so full of promise. Then came the first view. She gasped at its beauty, like a magical palace. It was so large, she couldn’t see where the two wings of the mansion ended.

She wore a colour that went so far as to surprise the man with just how well she wore it. Genevieve wore a lovely, flowing dress of a burnt, brown rust colour. Jasper admired the way the fabric fell around her and the way her white sandals hugged her thin calves that bowed to prominent ankles. He loved every nook and cranny of the girl's body, every inch and fold.

“Hurry up, Ian. I feel dirty!” Kimberly shouted from the living room, waiting for Ian to come downstairs and accompany her so they would both go to the lake and have their bath. “Coming princess!” Ian shouted back from the room. A smile crept up Kimberly’s face at the pet name. Ian appeared within minutes, dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. Kimberly mentally drooled over his body. He looked so sexy on his tight t-shirt that revealed his incredible muscles, defining his abs perfectly. She felt so blessed to have him in her life.