Orlando Novels & Stories

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

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I’d take this over snow any day. “You know my dad lives in Idaho, right?” Forrest asks. “In the mountains—where it pretty much snows from November to April.” My mouth falls open as I look at him. “Please tell me we don’t have to live there.” He smirks. “We can live wherever you want.” “Florida,” I answer. I mean, that’s pretty much a given. My family lives there. But… Their families don’t. So that isn’t fair. “Actually, my family lives in Orlando,” Desmond says. “We have a house in Idaho, but we stay in Orlando most of the time.”

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Maybe if she could at least walk she would see how well she was doing. I rounded the car and slid into the driver's seat. The moment I turned the ignition the song 'Ocean Drive' by Duke Dumont began blaring through the speakers. I watched in awe as Odette's lips gradually kicked up into a toothy grin before she began mouthing the lyrics. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot and decided to head to the closest drive-through, Odette was full-on singing to the music.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

“Isaiah don’t you think this is all too fast, I mean Orlando has zero interest in the family business, he is just like Uncle Sam in the fortune stories who hates life and everything. Orlando just goes about doing what he likes he doesn’t very much care about anything or anyone.” Ruby tried talking her husband from pushing Orlando to forcefully take over the family business.

I didn’t need to have any more sexual thoughts about Willow. *Willow* Orlando was going to be the perfect distraction this summer. He was sexy and passionate and incredibly different from me. He had literally no plans. He couldn't even remember which classes he was taking next semester! I found him so interesting. “Oh slow down Willow!” Orlando groaned. “We don’t have that much time,” I breathed. Orlando’s hands gripped my hips and slowed them down. “I don’t want you to think I’m a five minute man.”

“I saw the reports this morning, Orlando. It was on the front page. Nightmare in beach house. Billionaire couple murdered.” He let out a pleased sigh. “My heart did a little leap.” Orlando had an impassive look on his face. Romano stopped in his tracks, almost immediately Orlando halted. He turned around to look at him, a wide pleased smile on his face. Orlando’s expression remained unchanged. His smile widened. This was what he loved most about the boy, a mindless killer, his mindless killer. “Come here, boy,” he opened up his arms to him.