Mutiara Colmek Novels & Stories

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Selene rolled her eyes. They have arrived at the hotel that they are going to stay for two days and one night. Lucas have chosen “Nimb Hotel”. Selene was too stunned by its architecture, the mansion they saw from the dead old man back in their town was nothing compared to this grand whitewashed Mughal interior castle which have a wide lovely Tivoli garden with a round fountain pond at the center. The flowers and garden ornaments were exquisite. The inside was even more fantastic starting from its spacious lounge with Nordic designs which complemented by antiques and classic art.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

“Hold me tight.” “What?” The elevator starts moving downwards, faster with each second. Maya's fingers claw at my arm as she steadies herself for balance. My arm circles her waist holding her in place. The moment the door opens a wave of heat and sound clashes over us. Slot machines ringing, glasses clinking, conversations overlapping in a chaotic melody of indulgence. “You okay?” I ask, watching Maya's eyes squint from the sudden brightness. She lets out a shaky breath mumbling a small yeah. “It's going to be fine, just don't talk if it's not necessary.”