Uprooted Novels & Stories

His friendship with Faith remained intact. After the first year at the University, Shola and Daniel went for Thanksgiving after all that happened. Daniel was around for Thanksgiving. These three built cords couldn't be broken and the events of the past were erased due to their availability to each other. Shola had peace once again and had joy all over him. Though he lost his family, Shola still found his way to the top.

He knew I wasn't joking because I did not like her to begin with. We arrived at the Utopia after a two hours drive, using Mason's untarred road. It was a bumpy ride, but it was faster than the original road which took five hours to get there. Mason and I decided we would tar or cement the road, whichever was wallet-friendly to us. We were not as buoyant as we once were because of our businesses. We still used human currency, and we got dividends from shares and businesses but our restrictions hindered our business and stopped us from expanding further, and because the business world is ever-changing it had affected us tremendously. I guess we couldn't have it all. Something had to give.

The Pillars of Unity, standing as guardians of the empire's destiny, seemed to emanate an aura of uncertainty that mirrored the collective anticipation. Valeria's journey led her to an ancient oracle hidden deep within the Eastern Alliance. The oracle, a guardian of cosmic wisdom, revealed that the cosmic visions were a reflection of potential futures—branches on the tree of destiny. The Pillars of Unity, though grounded in the present, held the capacity to channel energies that could shape the trajectory of those potential futures.

I swallowed trying not to make it obvious how afraid I was. "How many extensions have I given you, for this month's rent? Hell, how many times have I given you extentension," his eyes bore into me, and they are an abyss I fall into, a black hole of nothing that is sucking the light out of my own eyes, leaving behind a corpse of broken hope. "I-" I tried the flaterry route if all else fails pander to his ego, "You've been incredibly generous with your extentions, and as I said I would have your money tomorrow."

White roots and pink roots tangled, fighting. The forest was choosing. And it was tearing itself apart. A pup, maybe 6, walked to the center. No one knew his name. His moon was gray. “I’m tired of choosing,” he said. “Can’t we just stop?” The roots stilled. For a breath. Then they pulled harder. A white tree fell. Then a pink thorn. Suri’s heart broke. “No. This isn’t choice. This is surrender.” She ran between the fighting roots. Cut her palm. Cut Dara’s. Cut the pup’s small hand.

I looked at my family; Mamá with her arm cradled but eyes fierce, Marco pale but standing, Alexander’s hand never leaving mine, Lila’s team battered but unbroken. I smiled, the first real one in what felt like forever. Then the ground trembled. Not an aftershock. A pulse. From below, deep in the earth. The ash in the cavern… we hadn’t seen it all. A single root, thin as a vein, still red, still pulsing, had burrowed deeper, escaping the light. It reached upward, through soil, through concrete. Toward me. The shard was gone. But the seed remembered. And it was calling.

More rooted than the first. More precisely itself. Still becoming. Still never finished. Still alive.

Tristan pulled out of her and squirted his cum onto her lower back. Callie felt so exposed as she remained in her position. She didn’t know what to do, didn’t really have any strength to do much at all. He wiped her clean and the minute he moved away she stood up and wrapped her arms around her breasts to cover up her nudity… Tristan took his shirt off and tossed it to her… Not thinking she quickly put it to shield her body. He rubbed a hand over his mouth before he looked her up and down. His pants were unbuttoned but he had packed his cock away. She felt so stupid… So pathetic. Tristan just looked agitated as hell. He looked irritated.

V. The pups and cubs run around me as I laugh. I push my long black hair out of my face and fix my ponytail. I was found when I was an orphan and brought to the place that I called home my entire childhood. Even though I'm an adult now, I can't leave. I help others who are like me when I was their age. No one should feel unwanted and alone.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim