Joana From Salt To The Sea Novels & Stories

he said smiling. "Now?" Joana looked incredulous. "Yeah." Jackson plastered a fake smile. Joana walked briskly towards the door. She was almost outside when she suddenly pulled back. She faced Jackson. "I bet you already know Mrs. Rhea Oligario," she said. "She is Yvette's mom. Why?" Jackson's eyebrows furrowed.

Though they were unable to see the whole thing because all of them had drowned in that sea. “The headmaster didn’t warn us about that sea, didn’t he?” said Karina, her eyes still wide as she stared at the waves. Perhaps, this would be the most unforgettable moment of her life. Who would have thought Reigna could pull off something of the sort? She literally lifted the ocean with nothing but the light on her neck. Skippers were really strong. Shaking her head, Michelle leaned her head on her knees, her arms wrapped around it. “Do you think Jane will be okay?”

"True happiness is not achieving your dreams." "What?” She frowned at him. Julio just laughed. Later on, they heard a gong. A signal that lunch was already ready. Renata immediately went to the table and left Julio even though she was still confused by what he said earlier and wanted an answer. Revi was just hungry so she hurried to the dining room. As they went to Madreign, Renata did nothing but to follow her father or observe the ocean. Within a few hours of sailing, they had finally reached the pier of Madreign.

felt ashamed of the thing that she has done. “Hahahaha was that all you wanted to ask the whole time?” Juanjo sat beside her and poured her a glass of wine. Theresa just awkwardly smiled, shame is written all over her face. She practiced a lot of lines in the past 2 years preparing herself when she will see him again one day but she forgot them all when it is very much needed. Great! Just great.

I giggled low, watching her. " Why don't we ever work out with anyone, Jo? "I asked softly.” My sister looked away, staring at our vast property, the waves of the sea down there, and the city far away from our luxurious residence. A wind sighed between us, messing up his golden brown hair. Joana never looked as beautiful as at that moment, as she contemplated my question and the dark horizon.

A beautiful woman was basking in the sunlight, holding fish food in her hand and tossing it bit by bit into the water, causing the red and yellow fish below to lunge forward eagerly. The young woman appeared somewhat bored as she watched the fish enjoy themselves while her own face carried a hint of sorrow. "Who's there?" Joan felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Turning around, she saw it was Charlotte. She threw her arms around Charlotte, just like a child who had been waiting for their mother to return from grocery shopping.

“I'm not you, Cynthia, I fight for the man I love, perhaps if you had just been you and killed Rachel that time, you and Daniel would have still been together.” Cynthia scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You really have gone crazy.” “Yes,” Joana admitted. “I have gone crazy for the man I love,” she leans forward. “Not everyone is a coward like you.” Cynthia jerked up in rage. “You of all people know that if I wanted to kill her that night I would have, but I knew it wouldn't change anything.” Joana lips curled into a faint smile. “It would have changed something.”

Chapter 28: The Salt Refinery Stand-off The old salt refinery sat on the edge of the Atlantic like a skeletal beast, its rusted iron beams groaning under the weight of the midnight storm. The air was thick with the scent of brine and industrial decay, a sensory assault that mirrored the chaos inside Jade’s heart. She stepped out of the black sedan, the wind whipping her hair across her face in stinging lashes, but her hand remained steady as she gripped the small, pressurized medical case.

The air felt thick, like honey gone sour. And then—the singing began. But this wasn’t the Shatterwake Choir. This was something solo. A lullaby sung in reverse. Familiar in cadence, foreign in tone. It came from the lagoon—low, slow, and impossibly close, though the water remained still. Sefina shuddered. “She’s waking.” “Who?” Maya asked. “The one who was forgotten before she was born.” --- The Cradle of Salt was not just an island—it was a prison. A tide once sealed not by weapons or gods, but by ignorance. An entire history erased from the ocean’s memory. A name that never existed.

The castle, though large and cold, seemed to taking a rest. The door opened slowly, Joana walked in, carrying a bowl in her right hand, her mouth stuffed with something, it was obvious she went for a midnight snack “What do you have in your hand?” I laughed turning to her. “I am not sharing,” she replied hiding the bowl behind her, her face innocent like a child. “As much as I would like to take a bit of what you have behind you, I'm afraid I have lost my appetite for anything right now,” I said turning back to the mirror.