My Ántonia Novels & Stories

She needed to do it her way, as she always had. The village was small, nestled among hills and olive groves. Antonia's house was at the end of a cobbled street, with a garden full of flowers and a black cat sleeping in the doorway. She knocked. An older woman answered. Gray-haired, wrinkled, but with eyes just like Elena's. "Elena?" she whispered. "Yes." "Come in. I was expecting you." The Conversation Antonia poured tea into white porcelain cups. "Sofia wrote to me before she died," she said. "She told me you would come someday. To give you this."

She walked up behind Antonia, wrapping her arms securely around her waist and pulling her back against her chest. Antonia leaned back into the embrace, letting out a long, contented sigh as she rested her head against Portia’s shoulder. She placed her hands over Portia’s, her fingers tracing the familiar lines of her palms. "I used to think this place was just a beautiful dream I had to wake up from," Antonia whispered, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the valley moon through the glass doors. "But holding you here right now... it feels more real than anything else."

“I will make him pay for this.” “No,” Karla clutched at her. “Don’t you leave me. You stay. You stay with me. Promise me.” “I promise,” Antonia whispered, kissing her forehead. “I’ll always be here.” And she was. She was there through the sickness, the fear, the dark days. She talked to Karla’s growing belly, calling me her little warrior. She chose my name: Anthony, after her. “Antonia means ‘priceless,’” she told Karla. “And he will be. He will be everything we never had.”

Antonia signed her name at the bottom of the first document, her hands trembling so badly that she had to steady herself. When it was done, she stared at the black ink on white paper, her married name scrawled neatly. Antonia Amato. Soon to be… something else. Or maybe nothing at all. She swallowed hard and stood. Mr. Denton offered a hand. "You're doing the right thing," he said gently. Antonia nodded, blinking back tears. Then why does it feel like I'm dying? she wanted to scream. By the time she returned home, it was nearly lunchtime.

she let out, her anger steadily rising. “I didn't mean it that way! I am only trying to protect them,” he said, sounding defensive. “Please, you…” Antonia's face contorted with anger as she abruptly interrupted Christian’s explanation. “Save it, Christian! I'm done listening to your lies! I see I mean nothing to you.” Antonia's hands shook with anger as she reached for her glass of water. Her grip tightened around it, making her knuckles turn white. Her eyes flashed with determination as she looked directly into Christian's pleading gaze.

, my father muttered. “What?” Antonio asked “They do not hold us in high regard!” he yelled, “to them we are like the cockroaches they crush under their shoes. Listen to me, girl”, he turned to me “, when you get married, you must not embarrass me, prove to them that this alliance was worth it, because if you bring me to shame girl, you will not live to tell the tale” I could still hear the girl’s screams from here. They exactly mirrored my thoughts.

“I haven’t eaten properly for the whole day because of the distance I need to travel to go to the place I wanted.” “And where is that far away place that you dared to go out even though you have amnesia?” “None of your business. It’s my privacy.” “Tsk, you’re telling me about your nonsense privacy,” Anton said while he gave his sister the food she asked. Angelo smiled as he received the food from Anton. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile sweetly. If I only knew that only this food that comes from the fat bee. Can make you happy I wish I had bought it for you before.” Anton’s low whisper.

I sat alone on the other. A servant poured wine. Another brought bread. No one spoke. Antonia broke the silence first. "I missed you, Adrian. It's been too long." "I've been busy." "Busy with what? Her?" She nodded toward me. "Business," he said. "And yes, Her, have a problem with that?" Antonia picked up her wine glass "no I don't," she turned and flashed me a fake smile and she wasn't hiding it, "well, what's your name?"

Anton on the other hand was forced to by our dads who wanted both the boys to be representable and show that they were ready to lead our pack. When we got inside the place was full of well-dressed people and I felt under dressed in my beige sparkle dress even though I knew that I wasn’t. Like he read my mind Anton whispered at my ear ‘’you are the most beautiful girl here’’. ‘’only here? Do you mean that there is a more beautiful girl out there for you?’’ I teased him playfully. ‘’No mam’’ he said and I knew that in his eyes I was the most the most beautiful girl in the whole word. Our conversation cut sort as a loud voice heard ‘’MATE’’ at this moment all of us we turned our heads at the st

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.