The Hacienda Book Novels & Stories

Whoever sent them wanted to make a point. My fingers slided as I picked up the card. The cardstock is thick. Heavy. Expensive. There’s no signature. Just a single typed sentence. “He shouldn’t have jumped in front of the glass, Hailey. It only delays the inevitable.”

JONDA A PROLOGUE TO: THE BETA AND JEWEL THIEF - BOOK 6 I left the Kodiak Kingdom early today, not wanting to outstay my welcome. I was disappointed but not surprised that Morgan couldn’t reverse the curse. I had hoped to gain my wolf fully.

CHAPTER 83 A MONTH ago, the wind seemed to have changed. Everything felt like a safe place for Anastashia and Owen. For a month they did nothing but enjoy themselves inside the hacienda. Her hacienda is big and Anastashia is really lucky because her hacienda covers a lot of scenery. "Mom, we're going back to the river tomorrow, huh?" Owen promised. They had just come from the river. A beautiful river that they had just discovered. From the look on Owen's face, she knew she was very pleased.

“The tension was everywhere. I’m honestly surprised the building survived.” “The building?” Jenna repeated, completely invested. “The entire city, honestly.” I closed my eyes. “Claire…” “They stood there staring at each other like they were in a music video.” I groaned. “That never happened.” “Yes it did.” “It did not.” She turned to face Jenna again. “Elena practically moved into his apartment.” “It was one weekend.” “One weekend that changed history,” she said, wagging her brows. Jenna nearly choked on her wine, laughing loudly. Then Claire shook her head dramatically.

Alcatara is one of the shareholders in the AIC cooperation. "We have heard the news that you have bequeathed all of founder Henry's wealth and you will be his successor. Can we know if that is true? " I could not answer immediately. I saw the whispers of others in front of me. Even if they know I can hear. I want to be angry with them. But I try to calm myself down.

Kyle Sebastian's POV: The house and lot title of this Hacienda is named after him, at last! I've been waiting for this day before doing anything at the Hacienda. Don Juan gave me this while we are eating our breakfast. “Now that the title was named after you, what is your next plan?” Don Juan asked me. As always, he’s reading his newspaper and sipping on his hot coffee here at the dining area. I am eating my usual breakfast. Ham, scrambled eggs, bread and one hot black coffee.

The next morning, I woke up early, accustomed to the province where people were already outside riding horses or watching the cows being milked. I sighed sadly while looking down at the stairs. I missed the hacienda. I was used to the smell of the province and the cold breeze that greeted me every time I'm wandering around with Avery. She was a purebred Arabian horse. She was white and only gentle with me. Even on my first day here, I already felt a sense of longing. Maybe I should've insisted to Grandpa that I wanted to wait for him at the hacienda. Lost in thought, I didn't notice I was already on the last step. I would have almost tripped on the last step if I hadn't grabbed onto the man

Sol looks up and zooms in on the sky above her, the rain was indeed breaking upon some unseen barrier. “Damn these guys are rich” she murmured as they stepped into the villa. The interior was a bit old world, all dolled up like some aristocrat’s home from the 1700s. Gold paint, wooden furniture and even lights shaped like candelsticks and glass chandeliers. Their guide, offers them a seat before leaving a guard in the room as she goes to fetch their true host. Sol was more or less out of it, but Leyl had most of it covered. She hoped that her dazed out self wouldn’t be asked any important questions.

“When Don Ignacio was taken out of the hacienda by the police, the people rushed towards him and started hurting him. Lady Stella couldn’t do anything about what happened to her husband because she was under house arrest. The situation escalated even more when Don Ignacio was caught.” He looked up, and my eyes widened when I saw tears on his cheeks. “The police killed the people in the hacienda, Don Ignacio’s men. They set fire to the extensive rice fields and stole some of Don Ignacio’s land that the government didn’t know about. They let the other helpers die in the fire that happened on the hacienda.” He sighed and wiped his tears. “Because of our cowardice, my mother Tasing and I escaped

The little woman drew herself up to what must be her most impressive height. Maybe four-ten. “I am not a cook.” She sounded outraged by the idea. “That narrows down the chances of it being poisoned then.” Mia strolled over to the tray, lifting the salver to nod appreciatively. “You may leave, Fifi.” “I am Selena Hernanda-Fuendo, descended from an Aztec princess and Cortez—” “As you said. You’re still dismissed, your highness.” Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with