My Antonia Book Review Novels & Stories

We emerge from our room, after another round and quick showers and head for her Jeep, today we hand the keys to Alpha Michael and watch as he surprises Antonia with them. We arrive and they’re both standing there, Anontia is leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed glaring at her brother. We walk up holding hands and she eye rolls us Abi chuckles, “Antonia what’s wrong too early for you to be up?” Antonia pushes off the wall, “considering I got home an hour ago,” she glares at Alpha Michael, “fuck yea.” Alpha Michael shakes his head, “If you kept decent hours this wouldn’t happen.”

Antonia returned with a bottle of whiskey, an iced-filled cup, she poured the whiskey into the cup and handed it to miss Hailey. She stood and then miss Hailey peeled her gaze off me and shot scary glares at Antonia, indirectly telling her to leave us. I couldn't just see but could also feel Antonia's reluctance to leave but she had no choice and left. Antonia looked at me and her gaze told a lot. I had to please her to get back to my bed and rest. I found Antonia's confidence weird since Antonia was a little scared of her but I guess she was just worried about me.

I said with determination lacing my voice. * * * Antonia had been avoiding me for days now. I had been enduring her coldness but I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to meet her today and hoped she would respond. I almost turned back when I got to her door but ended up knocking. "Yes?" She responded. "Antonia, can I come in?" I asked and held the door knob. She stayed quiet for a while, then replied, "Yes." I entered and closed the door. I saw her on the bed and she had the same cold look on her face, but she looked more beautiful than ever.

It was beautiful and masculine. "I didn't know you had children's books," She said as she walked to the bed. Antonio shrugged, looking a bit bashful. "I ah... I picked this up some days ago, and I forgot to bring them to your bedroom." Ria giggled. "It's okay. What are you reading?" She perched on the foot of the bed, and when she peered into the bassinets, she saw that the babies were awake but calm. "It's about an egg on a mission," Antonio told her, tilting the book so she could see the pictures.

She needs remembering. I lift the glass and take a slow drink, letting the burn settle. Whiskey is grounding. It reminds me that control still exists, even when people pretend it doesn’t. She let him come to her home. That’s what matters. Not the men. Not the guards. Him. Antonio. A brute dressed in refinement. A man who built power on fear and blood and thinks that makes him something to admire. I scoff at the idea of him even belonging in the same space as her. Men like that don’t understand Minah. They consume. They ruin.

As the luxury SUV finally sped away into the dark—carrying a completely dysfunctional, red-faced campus tyrant who forgot how to breathe—Antonia walked toward her front door. She realized that despite her poverty, she possessed a freedom, and a courage, that the campus royalty would always secretly envy. Back in her massive, quiet mansion, Portia stayed up all night pacing her bedroom. The luxury silk sheets on her bed remained untouched as she walked back and forth across the cold hardwood floor. She was completely unable to stop touching her lips, her fingers tracing the exact spot where Antonia’s warmth had lingered. Her mind was in absolute chaos, entirely consumed by thoughts of the fre

"Antonia? What are you doing here?" "Well, you told us at the company that you were waiting for us on your wedding day. I know I’m the management secretary at Reynolds LM, but I took the liberty of coming because I care about Mrs. Helen very much. But also about you—for welcoming me into your new company after Mr. Fernando threw me out like a dog." "Oh, yes, Antonia! I remember. I mean—what are you doing here with me?" Antonia looked down and stayed quiet. She wanted to reveal her feelings but shame held her back.

“You’ll need your strength. Wait till you see the island and the people who live in it, Mrs.” Antonia took the glass, her heart pounding—not just from the surprise, but from the haunting realization that she was in a world far bigger, far more complicated, than she’d ever imagined. And yet, here she was, stuck in it with a man she barely understood… and a child on the way.

She scoffed folding her little hands underneath her chest I didn't believe her for a second. Antonia can be quite manipulative; one character trait she took from Arthur, which I do hate, with passion. "You're not going to Arthur's, are you?" I asked, my tone firm. Antonnia's eyes darted around the room before settling on mine. "And why would you think I would be going to Arthur's room again not quite long of yelling and shouting the whole world down at me and Mekong me feel sad for the right thing I did," Her expression glowered down at me.

Become a socialite. Became dramatic. Not because Leandro asked her to change. But because she wanted to. She wanted to erase her wayward past. For her family. Her own. She didn't know that it was her dream— Until she was living it. And if you touch it? ‘You better be ready to find your body in pieces.’ When Antonia died, she stopped smiling. People thought she was grieving. But really— She was sharpening her knife. Getting ready. For when she found out who really did it.