Rito Village Novels & Stories

Totally comprehensible! At the front, a large fence of two meters tall made of hard wood protected the village. A huge welcome sign surprised Ritian's eyes with the name 'Han Village' in it. The words were carved onto the wood then painted with a bright gold color. The village is packed with houses. Not exceeding ten meters between each othet. Each shack got small fences dividing their places.

Due to the joy of raising a girl, he forgot the matter of tributes, without wasting time he accelerated his steps to quickly reach his home and hide the girl from anyone. The village was called YMYLOL, a poor village where its people, around 20 to 30 people lived by gathering fruits and herbs, because the village was located between a forest and the mountains, they cannot cultivate the land. Only the head of the village is dedicated to raising the horses for the soldiers and lookouts. In the center of the village, about six soldiers were collecting tributes from the villagers. “Quick, mob, give your share to my men, they already know 60% of their work. The rest, if they want to exchange, go

"She's just an ordinary magical girl, Mom. He... hails from the Northern village. Then... nothing happened between us, it's just that... he is one of Mr. Emen's disciples. After all, the village is currently experiencing serious problems due to the hurricane that hit them. And the chaos of the werewolves and Dracula makes them even more devastated, Mom. They just use magic to cover up the terrible facts that happened in the village so that foreigners as well as them don't feel too scared and hurt." Royce's lengthy explanation with his worried tone made me feel sorry for him, I can conclude that my sister really loves a girl named Maira from a village that is famous for its various natural be

she began, but he dismissed her with a wave of his hands. “You’ll know once we get there. What’s the point of spoiling the fun?” She didn’t say a word after that and just finished her food. There was just so much on her mind, and she didn’t know where to start. But answers were what she craved, and Nat wasn’t ready to give them to her. Nat skilfully manoeuvred the car off the main road, taking a bumpy turn into the uneven roads of the countryside. Jave, as it was called, was the village located the closest to Neon. The villagers survived on traditional methods, contradicting how the residents of Neon lived.

As they got out, Candice noticed three other cars parked not far away—all luxury models worth over a million. Looks like folks in this village aren’t so poor after all… Cindy led them into the village. The layout was simple—divided by a river running through the center, forming a north and south side. Every so often, there was an old stone bridge connecting the two sides, narrow and weathered. Cindy took them along the north side. As they passed one household, suddenly a large wolfdog lunged out and started barking madly at them.

She wasn't entirely sure of their identities, but judging by their athletic builds and muscular chests, they were definitely not ordinary people. Eastgrove Village was nestled at the foot of a mountain. Although Paulo’s home was the wealthiest in the village, it was still just a five-room mud-brick house with a roof covered in rows of blue tiles. Behind the house was a large bamboo forest, and in front was a pond. Standing at the entrance, listening to the barking dogs, crowing roosters, and the gentle murmur of a nearby spring, it felt like stepping into an attractive, serene paradise. The scenery was beautiful, and the temperature was just right.

*** The entity stepped back— *** And vanished. *** ### The Restoration The village snapped back into place. *** Not perfectly. *** But stable. *** Survivable. *** ### The Aftermath Victoria exhaled slowly. *** “That…” *** A pause. *** “…was not fun.” *** Raven glanced at her. *** “No.” *** Her voice was quieter now. *** “But it learned.” *** Victoria smirked faintly. *** “So did we.” *** ### The Truth Ahead Raven looked out over the village. *** “They’re not just watching anymore,” she said.

She touched Santiago's cold head and went to lie on the other side of the bed. Truthfully, Raeleigh felt that it wasn't that Jacky didn't have any money nor was it that he couldn't afford a better house. Waverly Village was a small village just outside of Capital City. In order to get to Capital City, one would have to pass by Waverly Village. At the very least, this would help the economy of the village. However, even so, she found it strange that a person like Jacky, who did not lack anything, chose to live in a simple house rather than a luxurious house.

"Old man, you take your time walking. It's about to rain. Don't worry, I just caught some fish. If you catch a cold, I'll make fish soup for you!" "I caught a cold and you cooked fish soup for me." Roberto looked at Julie, who was holding an umbrella in front of him, and grumbled angrily, "You naughty girl, cursing me to get sick. My health is perfectly fine, getting wet in the rain won't give me a cold! It's you, so young, yet your health is not as good as this old man in his seventies!" Although that was said, Roberto still quickened his pace. Hill Village is located at the foot of the mountain, about four kilometers away from the town. Originally, there were more than twenty households he

I snapped my head up hearing another couple of vehicles racing up the road as I stood leaning against the island inside the kitchen reminiscing. Living in such a secluded rural area was always pin drop silent and I could hear cars coming from down at the end of the dirt road. I rushed back out into the living room leaping onto the couch on my knees as I lifted one of the slats on the wooden blinds peering back out.