Travels With My Aunt Book Novels & Stories

Doing something my body wanted one minute, and regretting it the next minute. I slipped on my shoes and slung my bag over my shoulder, planning to get to the nearest hotel and just hide until morning. Maybe longer. Maybe forever. But when I reached the living room, I stopped. The light was still on. My aunt sat on the old floral couch, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, a thick photo album resting open on her lap. Her ginger hair glowed under the lamplight, and there was something so peaceful about the sight that my heart softened for a second.

They've been gone for months and it has been one of the reasons why my mother dearest wants to personally smoulder me. " Hello grandma" I turned to her and then to my aunt, " Hello, auntie?".. Nova smiled eerily and then came forward and hugged me. With her entire body leaned against mine, she dumped her entire weight on me .. " How are you and where's your mom'?". She asked and I showed her mom's directions.. Aunt asked me to take her bags upstairs to her bedroom while she goes ahead and meet with her friend. Grandmother also left her bag in my care and as I dragged aunts bag upstairs; I made sure to drag her own as well...

However, I found myself conflicted. “Sounds enticing, but I believe I yearn for a lone stroll today,” I responded. Mamà beamed with understanding. “Ohh, someone has truly embraced their inner explorer,” Auntie jested, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Well, what harm could befall me on this tranquil Sunday morning?” I nonchalantly shrugged, my words laced with a touch of carefree optimism. “Always remember to exercise caution, okay? Do not place unyielding trust in strangers, and do not hesitate to contact us should anything peculiar occur,” she gently reminded me, concerned tinging her words.

Long story short, Ara loved her myths that were for sure. I would probably have to go down there this afternoon and check it out. I had no homework or assignments this week so this was definitely the best weekend to get everything done. Besides reading had managed to get my mind off a lot of things that had happened during this week. Plus I would be better off out of the house com noon. Apparently, it’s my Aunt's turn to host her ‘famous’ book club. “No, No, No!” I heard her call out again and I sighed. My aunt was the queen of dramatic that second no, was probably to draw my attention. I stood up from the couch, trudging towards the kitchen, spotting her by the counter, plastic bags filled

Aunt Courtney had made an account for me so now I get a monthly allowance just like Ken. When I got to my cab Hector’s abuela waved one last time while the driver started the car. I looked down at the leather bag and frowned. I did not have any feelings towards the books in the bag. Nothing positive, nothing negative. I was just neutral with it. I guess it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was holding two diaries from a powerful witch. I just decided I was going to read it at home.

And a silent desire for his touch. By the time I reached my aunt’s house, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep purples and blues. The familiar scent of cedar and rosemary greeted me as I knocked on the weathered door. It swung open almost immediately, and Aunt Lila’s warm, smiling face appeared. “Trinity!” she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight hug. “Oh, my dear girl, it’s been too long!” Her enthusiasm was a stark contrast to the dark thoughts swirling in my mind. “Hi, Aunt Lila,” I mumbled, managing a faint smile.

My picture was getting lots of likes and I got more followers that brought a smile to my aunt Edna came to my room and my smile widened. "Do you need something aunt?" "No dear, I just wanted to see if you were okay, what your mom did—" "Its fine aunt really, I'll get used to it." She frowned and I looked away from her. "You'll be fine dear, you really will." She sat next to me on my bed and she pulled me close to her. "Aunt?" "Hmm." "Can you please tell me more about fairies?" "Of course dear." *****

I shuffled around hotels for a few days before I decided to go back to Bradsbury town where I grew up, I had an old aunt that still lived there, and I could squat for a few days before I figured out what next to do. Aunt Joan, bitter old thing but she always smelled great which was a plus if you ignored her stinking attitude, and always had her nose scrunched up like she smelled something bad which was quite the irony. “So Cheryl dear, I get that it’s such a rough time for you but you’re eating into my space and – “ “I’ll be out of your hair soon Aunt Joan” I cut in before she had the opportunity to start being a bitch. “So go back to your husband then” she looked up from the soup she was sl

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