Orlando の小説・ストーリー

Just as the last words left my lips, Orlando chuckled and tears ran down his cheeks. "Of course, it's our pleasure." He said, his voice trembling with excitement. He turned towards Daniella and picked her hands. "Babe, did you hear that?" He asked, a wide grin on his face as he stared at her. Only then did Daniella regain herself. She shook her head hysterically. "Yes, Mi Amor, I heard that." She answered. Orlando fixed his gaze back on me and his voice broke. "It's an honor and a rare privilege to have you sponsor us. We don't take it for granted." He said, staring at Daniella's hands as he cried.

I look up and notice it's my Beta Orlando. "Yo what's up Orlando" I say as I grab Orlando into one of those bro hugs. "Nothing much are you going to introduce me to your lady friend here" he says. "Oh yeah Orlando this is Lalani my mate Lalani this is my Beta and best friend Orlando". "Nice to meet you" Orlando says and reaches his hand out to shake Lalani's hand. "Nice to meet you too" she says but doesn't shake his hand but instead looks up at me and I immediately know why.

Orlando was surprised because he expected the tikbalangs to hide but they welcomed the water sprinkled to them. "Feddy? Feddy, how are you? I didn't know you are one of the refugees of Mother!" "Orlando, my friend! The good fairy is your mother?" Feddy and Orlando patted each other at the back. "Finny! I didn't expect to see here!" Brie hugged the teenage tikbalang. "Oh, Brie! And Ivana!" Waling exclaimed happily. Nuro and Leda flew over. They gazed at Brie and Ivana smilingly.

“We will find her. And we will find out the truth.” As they hung up, Flourish leaned back on the bench, the cafeteria’s loud chatter washing over her. The video kept playing on her phone screen, Orlanda Grimes. Reward. Oswald Dino Escobar. Somewhere out there, Orlanda was alive, and now the whole city was hunting her. Flourish could only pray that wherever she was, she was safe enough to stay hidden… until they could reach her first. ***

He said going towards the car. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orlando. That's where we had come. I, never in my life, had imagined traveling a beautiful city like Orlando. Not just beautiful, it was beyond any words. I mean, I know there might be more beautiful places like this but this was the first place I'd seen out of New York. And it was beautiful.

My mind was completely, wonderfully quiet. Leo sat down beside me, taking my hand in his. His fingers were warm and strong. "Where are we going now?" I asked softly, opening my eyes to look at him. Leo looked out the window toward the vast, green expanse of the outer forests stretching far beyond the old city walls—a place no citizen of Oakhaven had been allowed to see for fifty years. "Home," Leo said softly. "To build something new."

Struck by the young man's breathtaking appearance, Magdalena stepped out from within, offering him a polite, nervous greeting. He asked for fresh orange juice. Magdalena knew enough English to understand, assuring him she would prepare it right away. As she turned to press the juice, a tremor ran through her hands. She was deeply unnerved by how fiercely this stranger had stirred her heart. Casting her shyness aside, she decided to seize the moment; she asked him about his travels, offered recommendations, and added softly that if he ever needed anything at all, he should return to her shop and she would help him.

The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern. Social media exploded with hashtags like #FindLune, #BringBackOurLuna, and #WhereIsLune? Users shared their own theories and speculations, ranging from possible kidnappings to bizarre conspiracy theories. Some suggested that Lune had willingly left to escape the pressures of her newfound fame, while others believed it was an elaborate scheme orchestrated by someone close to her.

The amusement park was alive with sounds and colours, music spilling from speakers, children shrieking with laughter, and the metallic screech of rides twisting against the sky. The air was thick with the scent of buttered popcorn, caramel, and frying oil, all of it heavy and cloying to Orion's sharpened senses. He could hear everything: the distant click of cameras, the hum of generators, and the thousands of overlapping heartbeats, and it made his temples throb.

My hands touch the bark to make sure the tree is really here, and when I don't go tumbling through it like a hologram, I know that it's actually in front of me. The orange tree stands tall and sturdy. It's many branches splay out with smaller limbs sprouting in every direction. The greenest leaves coat the branches, and amongst the thousands of them are bright fruits. My eyes bounce from fruit to fruit in disbelief. I reach up and pluck a low-hanging one. I run my fingers over its skin and roll it between my hands. Lifting it to my nose, I smell the thing but it doesn't emit the scent of an orange, nor does it look like one. "Careful there."