Our Last Days In Barcelona Novels & Stories

Arthur kept up with the hockey team and the drug company on his iPad, but he did it after Mia went to bed. We rode little burros through a mountain path. We went on a small safari. We went to a Spanish cooking class that was geared for kids. "We're making memories that will last a lifetime," Arthur whispered in my ear. "We are," I whispered back. "And it's all because of you." On our last day in Spain, we went to the beach. We spent the day swimming, sunbathing, and playing in the sand. It was the perfect way to end our vacation. We were all sad to leave, but we knew we would be back someday.

The bond between the brothers was heartwarming. The moment the plane touched down, a chauffeur awaited us. The setting sun cast a warm, orange glow over the horizon, but I couldn't yet discern our location. However, the city's architecture and ambiance soon revealed our destination: Barcelona. "I've always wanted to visit Barcelona! How did you know it's on my bucket list?" I inquired, excitement evident in my voice. Kai flashed a sly grin. "Did you sneak a peek into my private journal?" I probed, a teasing suspicion in my eyes. Kai feigned innocence.

“Her brother, Claudio, is the one who told me the story that I thought was him pulling my leg.” “We might need to extend our Barcelona trip. I need to mark and mate my beautiful Little Kitten and leave time for her heat, but we also need to find my mother’s family,” I say. “And go shopping! I did research and Barcelona has some fabulous boutiques!” Aubrey chirps up with an adorable wiggle.

The idea of another man’s hands on her makes me want to kill someone. The waitress comes back with our wine, and I order the seafood paella. “You’re going to love it,” I tell Sadie. “This restaurant has the best paella in all of Barcelona.” Sadie smiles and takes a sip of her red wine. She tries to hide the grimace, but as soon as I see it, I ask the waitress to bring a glass of water and a soda. Sadie gives me a sweet, relieved smile. “Sorry. I’m not used to drinking.”

I said my final goodbyes to all of them and walked outside where Flynn was waiting for me. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded and stepped in the car. He sat next to me and studied me. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." I mumbled and started spacing out. I really hate leaving Barcelona. I don't know how long we were driving, but when the car stopped I looked outside and it was not the airport. "Uh, Flynn what are we doing here?" I asked unsurely. We were at the Plaça de Catalunya. The last time I visited this place was four years ago with Aunt Lydia and Milan.

“Tell him it’s the last favor he’ll ever get.” Vincent nodded. Sending my father to Mexico, to the same place Marco died, felt like a fitting end. “Then I guess it’s time for us to go,” I said, looking at my mother. “Mom, we’re ready to leave.” My mother put down the watering can, looking at the beautiful garden one last time. “Where are we going?” “Barcelona, Spain,” I smiled. “Didn’t you always want to see the Mediterranean Sea?” A light sparked in my mother’s eyes.

One day left before Jason and I fly back to the ranch, I’m already missing this place, I can’t believe it’s already been five days, it feels like we’ve just spent two days and after all those days I didn’t exactly feel like I had fun to the extent I will be crazy not to leave. Barbara and I are presently sited on the couch thinking of how to spend the day; I don’t care what Jason says I’m gonna have limitless fun today considering it’s my last day here.

I deliver a cup to him that rises towards me, saying: — Here’s to us. We touched our glasses and drank the wine. During the trip on the Montjuïc cable car, we were amazed by the incredible views of the entire city of Barcelona. After ten minutes, we managed to sit and relax, just admiring the beautiful view of the city of Barcelona and the Mediterranean Sea.

She pursed her lips, making me giggle before turning towards the elderly lady who ordered a take out of bagels, flashing a smile as she thanked her for her purchase. “Welcome,” I mumbled, watching the dark, rich liquid pour on the latte glass from the espresso machine. “How was Barcelona?” And as soon as her current customer was out, she began narrating how beautiful and exciting her weekend had been. She showed me pictures after pictures of La Sagrada Familia and Park Guell, together with her cousins whom she was pairing up with me. Yep. I have Maya, Tina, and mom as my personal pimps, and I don’t even begin to ponder their reaction about my not-so-date with Roman. I’m pretty certain that M

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is