Novela Romane & Geschichten

Bisola have seen handsome men, but this man is very different from what he had ever seen. In fact Bisola mouth open wide and saliva is gradually falling from her mouth, Bisola begins to imagine herself in a wedding gown with the Handsome Stranger, she imagine herself carrying his baby in his womb, she imagine herself wrap in his arm and on the bed, she imagine herself growing grey hair together with him and surrounded by their Grandchildren.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Hunting, beating up assholes who owe me money, watching a certain cop and thinking of all the ways I'll make him suffer, taunting Lola every time she comes asking about her daughter, making money, destroying powerful men, killing, and other fun things. "I love reading and watching telenovelas," I tell him even though the last time I watched a telenovela was before my high school graduation. Before Fanuco died, I used to hide in the library and read whatever book I could find just to pass the time. One day, I came across a section of romance novels and became addicted to them. They helped me escape my reality for a while and live

Right before she turned back toward the board, I spoke out. “It’s based on a novella titled ‘Un Captiano Moro’ by Giovanni Battista Giraldi Cinthio. It was written in 1565,” I answered clearly. Everyone sitting around me was nothing short of stunned. Mrs. Shields’ jaw nearly hit the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Arthur’s expression. Pride. “My, my...It seems that you are far ahead of everyone else,” Arthur chuckled. I closed my eyes and inwardly groaned. Good God, what the hell? Was this really going to be my new reality—picking fights with teachers?

Rhea answered smoothly, her voice lilting with affection she didn’t feel. “Rhea! Finally back from your Canadian exile, eh?” Isabella teased. The faint sound of clinking glasses and music echoed behind her. “You’ve missed all the drama here.” “I never miss anything,” Rhea replied coolly, reclining deeper against the chaise. “Tell me what’s worth knowing.” Isabella’s laughter chimed. “Straight to the kill, as always. Fine. Let’s talk about your favorite topic. Montez De Vitalio.” Rhea’s heart thudded, but her voice stayed smooth. “What about him?”

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.