Romans & histoires Paradise Novel Abdulrazak Gurnah

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

A tear dropped from his eyes. "I ruined my only paradise…my only fortress. She couldn't wait to leave me. I don't deserve to live"he again murmured, this time his eyes released the tears in bulk. He looked down from the window and prepared to jump, he could feel as his body floated in the air. He felt free, like a bird, aiming to soar higher and higher. And the more he floated the more he went down. And down he landed with a thud…

I cried the rest of the night. As I packed the rest my stuff, the vacation house felt so different. It didn't have the inviting warmth and fun atmosphere that it had when Ryan was here; or the intimacy that I felt here alone with Alec. It just felt cold, empty, and impersonal. I couldn't believe that after all of this, after everything that has happened, I was leaving paradise feeling more broken and humiliated than when I arrived. It was a long, depressing flight back, but I finally made my way up the stairs and back to my familiar apartment.

I must've done something wrong in my past life, to deserve a life this cruel. But there's no way anyone deserves this, so why me? "Elisia!" Papa speaks, cutting me out of my horrific flashbacks. My chest rises up and down heavily, absolutely terrified for what my soul might have to endure tonight. I can't do this, not again. "Papa-" I couldn't find the strength in me to finish my sentence after he started taking long, strong, and menacing steps towards me. His cold hand clutches itself onto my wrist harshly, and pulls me towards kitchen.

He left ! ********** At night . He was drunk intoxicatingly. They came to this club Paradiso ​With his investors . His mind clouded as he glance at the dancer performing pole dancing . She sensually moved her half naked body around the pool receiving all the cheering and howling from hungry man . She was best at what she was doing . His mind flooded with reminiscent of the gorgeous sceneries he saw at the morning . His lips dry and cold . He needed her . The girl performing the pole dance placed a sweet smile on her face . He blinked his eyes as he started imagining her as his little bird . Her smile , her hairs , her body he wanted everything . The foreigner show her half naked breast

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

I felt cursed, as if I couldn’t shake the weight of her judgment, no matter where I went. Slowly, I began to sense that I was losing a grip on who I was. I felt like I was fading away into the abyss, slipping silently into an identity that no longer felt like my own. I was confused about everything—my desires, my ambitions, my self-worth. The only clarity I had was the deep, agonizing pain that became my constant companion. I slowly come back to my surroundings and look at Mia, who is happily typing and snapping a picture with a forkful of pancakes close to her mouth.

“The kind that tightens the knot.” From the corridor, a radio preacher promised multiplied blessings. From the next room, a baby hiccupped itself to sleep. Promise opened the notebook to the page browned by fire. Every no is a step, she read, and beneath it wrote: Hold the door. Carry the light. Do not blink. Her mind drifted to Umuaka. She pictured Mama kneeling by the hut’s doorway, stirring soup and whispering her daughter’s name into the steam. Promise pressed her palm to the page. “Your silence saved us. My voice will save me.”

"The Phoenix created that herself." "What does a Paradise look like?" "You know it," Miranda said. "Close your eyes and remember the things you can still think of it." Kristina did as she was told. The sand was still hot from the day and it was so hard to find that comfort and peace in a place so hot and barren. She felt she was naked - all her truth exposed to the unknown world. But, she tried to see that world she dreamed: the world that she remembered. In truth, she could still see it but it pained her. That world was not there.

"Go." He stands. His legs are unsteady. He has to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. For a moment, he just looks at me—this broken, bleeding, burning woman in the corner of a dungeon cell. His face is a mask of grief and guilt and something that looks like love. Then he turns. He walks to the door. He doesn't look back. The door closes. The lock turns. And I am alone with the fire and the darkness and the terrible, burning knowledge that the man who saved my life as a child just poisoned me to save his own.