Omertà Novels & Stories

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

she turned wildly on the spot, frantically looking around “W-where Lena! Where!” Lena gently grasped her arms “Calm down Dawnie”, she said “the Green Man is a forest god which means he will be in some place like a park or a forest or….” she trailed off, her brown eyes drifting towards the orchard that they’d parked across from “Oh, that’s clever”, she breathed, staring at the name: Viridios. Dawn followed her gaze “They wouldn’t be so brazen”, she remarked.

It was called prayer, Jide had learned from one of the masters, which made him wonder if the prayer is everlasting. Five people had embarked on this journey, excluding Ugomma and Jide. The locale in the village had provided them with horses and supplies and had bid them farewell with the grace of God. Jide had made a few friends though, a man named Frances, and another Mr. Stones, who was as white as Mary but was not enduring the heat. His white skin kept turning red, and it looked as if he was going to melt under the scorching heat if an adequate measure is not taken.

" I don't get it. What's that supposed to mean? I mean how does this concern the situation I'm in right now." She sighs and pulls her crop top above her head. She turns around and asks me to glance at her back. I did and there's a tattoo on her back and it's so little. Omertà is tattooed on her back. Gray got that tattoo , I've seen it on Nick too. She turns to look at me and put on her shirt.

“No, Fiorella. Not your friend, Verona. We're in the city of Verona, Italy.” Disappointment danced on Avril's face. “Oh,” she exhaled and sat on the couch. “Is Verona far from... Milan?” The guard eyed her again. “If you are asking because you want to know how far here is from Remus, then yes. Verona is two hour drive from Milan, and doesn't have a direct gateway to or from Remus.” “Okay. Thanks.”

Saturday mornings in Colland even in March in Italy were cold, cold enough for jogging and a great deal of sweaty exercises. Since the change, he began doing a lot of exercises than he usually did. Coming to this new town for his first year, he already had his routine planned out for the rest of the session. He would jog from his apartment to the saint Lucy’s cathedral 300 meters away from his apartment, quite close to his college, for peace and hope to begin the new coming week; then he would jog to the D’oleivre bridge from where you could see the neighboring towns and villages in the distance, for a quiet moment with his thoughts and his soul and then he would jog back to his apartment an

Finally, reaching the other side of the lake, we made our way across the moguls towards the glistening peaks emerging from several low-lying clouds. Maintaining a good pace, we arrived at the base of the mountain. I turned to Dresna. “A couple of energy bursts, and we’ll be gazing down at what was once a thriving metropolis.” Dresna stared up at the sheer cliff that towered above us. “Or we’ll be face to face with our ancestors,” he suggested sarcastically. I could sense his confidence slipping away. “Don’t be so preoccupied with negativity.” I laughed to reassure him. Dresna grimaced as we removed the climbing lasers from our packs and attached them to the back of our hands, then added cram

“We are yet to discuss how you are so sure that Alessandro won’t easily find us using his compass. You do realize that he could trace us…” “He cannot, mother, as I believe that you seem to forget that I am the carrier of the eye” I said, showing her the eye that Mattia gave me the day he told me of what he’s been up to. The eye was an ancient ornament that was made by the best friend of the first compass owner.

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

October 2, 1345. Lomnag road, The city of Dromnerty, The Harbour town of Myknos. Lady Odeya Katarina Black Odeya studied the men, hauling cargo off a ship, through the brim of her fisherman's hat, noting the guards that dotted the wharf. The place was alight with activity even though it was nearly nightfall, warning her that she shouldn't proceed with her plans for that night.