Rama Book Novels & Stories

"Tea for Luna." Romeo nodded, and his eyes widened at the bare sleeves turning blue. "What happened to you!?" The hand-pulled Rena's arm tightly to get a better view. "There isn't anything." Rena pulled her arm and prepared a tray for Luna. Maybe she was waiting for her. She had to hurry. "Excuse me, Beta." But unfortunately, after Romeo saw the fragile back that was swallowed by the bend, he immediately chased Rena and took her luggage forcibly. "Follow me!"

She opened and search in-between his clothes until her eyes saw something that looked like a briefcase and documents. She brought the briefcase and the documents and laid them on the bed. She opened the briefcase and she couldn't believe her eyes. She could see bundles of 100 dollar notes that filled the briefcase. 'Today is my lucky day',so she thought. She wanted to take some of the money but felt it was too small so she decided to have the entire briefcase. Then she decided to look at the documents. They were land and house documents and she was impressed as she took the whole thing including the briefcase. Just as she was about to open the door and leave,she met Henry and Wilberforce at

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

Roman nodded his head, before turning around Nikolai’s eyes moved to mine and I saw a promise in his eyes which shook to me my core. If I’m right, he would come to my room tonight for sure. Oh god! *** We were carrying dishes to the dining table and placed them down, to my bad luck I was seated next to Nikolai. I could feel his eyes on me but I tried my best to not look at him. “Since Roman is back, we made all his favourites,” Flora announced while smiling at him, “Thank you, “ Roman smiled politely, “Did you enjoy your trip, Roman,” Asked Alan,

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

I nodded, understanding what he was saying. I looked at Jonathan with sorrowful eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks because I had to leave him. ‘When will our suffering end?’ I wondered while my doleful gaze fixed on my Jonathan. "Mia, you need to go, please. You have to understand, Jonathan is craving human blood, he is not in his senses, and he gets mad after seeing a human." As James explained things to me, I cast one final gloomy glance at Jonathan before departing with James. ***

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

“Make it hurt.” Amara had barely pieced herself together after the bookstore. Barely managed to drag herself to class, acting as if her world hadn’t gone up in flames—literally. She had spent the night alone in her apartment, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying every second of her last encounter with him. The way Rafael had looked at her. The way he had touched her wrist, not gently, not harshly, but in that way—that way that made her feel like she was already his.

“Already on it.” Later, as they stood outside in the quiet of the night, Damien exhaled deeply. “You were right,” he admitted. “If I’d gone after her directly, we’d have nothing but chaos. But this…” He gestured to the flash drive in Rama’s hand. “This is undeniable.” Rama smiled faintly. “People can lie. Emotions can be faked. But money? It never lies.” Damien looked toward the distant lights of the Dirgantara estate, his expression hardening. “Then it’s time the truth costs her everything.”

“Why don’t you just tear the cover page off?” “No way!” Ramsey shot back, shaking his head. “Bella cherished this diary. I’m not going to destroy it.” “Okay, okay. What about… RAB?” Davis suggested. “A is for ‘and,’ not N. So it makes sense.” Ramsey’s eyes widened with realization. “Ohhh! You might be onto something!” He tried the combination, RAB. A click echoed in the room, and the lock broke open. Their hearts raced with anticipation as they sat on the bed, ready to uncover Bella’s secrets. But as Ramsey peered into the diary, he felt a protective urge rise within him.