When I Was Puerto Rican Audiobook Novels & Stories

I’m taking back control of my life right now. Mac’s bad—a criminal, even—but he has saved my life and offered me protection when I desperately needed it. In two weeks I will be gone and nobody will be able to find me, not even him. So I’m going to take the solace of his warm arms and the feeling of safety he gives me for the short time while I can. God knows I am going to be on my own for a long time after this in fucking Puerto Rico.

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand. “So what is my punishment? I crossed the ruthless Ruiz Giovanni, what is my fate?” I asked, my voice loud and firm. Ruiz seemed impressed by my newfound confidence. “Being trapped here with me is your punishment.” He said, a sly grin plastered across his face. “I wouldn’t see it as a punishment though, I’m a cool person to be around.” “Yeah, right,” I muttered, rolling my eyes at him. Ruiz was a bipolar and unpredictable person. “Does my abuelita know about everything? Do they know that I have been in Spain all this while?”

" he said happily and went straight to the Cashier. The couple just walked around while Maria, she opened the wrapped Book. "Victor Luis Smith." He read the Author's name, and introduction of the book as he lined up approaching the cashier. "Her angel eyes touched my soul. Fino al nostro prossimo incontro" he read its second Page with a quote. It was also a big help that he had Retrograde Amensia anyway because all his bad memories, all the dirty and muddy accusations against him made him no longer worry about how low class he was then. He saw the couple happily sitting next to him and he laughed because they looked like children.

still have the towel so choose your words wisely babe.” He says playfully. “C'mon, it’s almost down.” He says and I follow him to the kitchen. “I present to you, well, probably In 5 minutes present to you, Puchero,” He says guiding his hand over the food. “I'm sorry, what?” I ask in confusion. “Puchero, it's an Argentinian dish babe.” He says. I look over into the pot on the stove, it looks like a stew with meat, corn, potatoes and squash maybe? It’s sort of hard to tell from here but it smells amazing. “Are you Argentinian? I ask surprised. “Half,” He says, “my dad was full, and mom is American, so probably a mutt of a ton of European countries.” “Sit down baby, it’ll be done

I dropped into the bed and closed my eyes while kicking the shoes off my feet. From picking on Margaret, almost witnessing the near-death of a girl who ended up being that scum's sister, watching Alex and Lilian still walk around free, Simon still being a greedy bastard, to this, to Lauren's fight for survival. “All in one day," I muttered and gripped the pillow. I did wonder if the universe was truly in my favor. If I were meant to be back here. I should have remained in Puerto Rico and lived there free and in peace. But the thought of Alex and Lilian still smiling happily washed away the regret that nudged my heart.

"I don't have a family, I am an orphan and I used to stay in an orphanage in Shanghai until I met Norman and he adopted me." She answered. Rafael looked at the book which was laying on his deck. It perfectly matches the story of the book character Aura. "Okay!" He nodded. "How much are you liking Spain?" "I wasn't sure but since I have seen you, it has started feeling beautiful" She chuckled. "You are too honest!" He glanced at her. "Yeah, I feel people must express what they feel. Especially when they are happy... If you are happy then nothing can hold you back..." She replied.

When I feel they can see me, I stay hidden and swim near it until my spell wears off. Once my legs returned, I splashed and yelled for help. No one on board spoke English. I could tell by the way they were looking that they sensed something was off about me. One guy comes over and speak into his phone. He shows me the screen and he's speaking to a translating app. His screen reads: My name is Domingo. I am from Columbia. He hands me his phone and I speak my name and country. Learning I'm American he asks his app, "How did you get way over here without a boat?"

I was very excited to read the new book that I had bought online. As soon as the package arrived at my house, I got comfortable in my room on the desk and started reading. My window was open and it offered me a very nice view of the landscape outside. It was a sunny afternoon in Puerto Cabezas and I could hear the birds singing in the distance. It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading.

"It started when Maria came a few days after your return, she brought the official document of land ownership. She brought a beautiful girl who is very Sassy. Human, she is my mate. I already feel that she is the one, but I also know that she is a human. Normal human." Rodrigo started his story. Meanwhile Marco patiently listened to the story that his adopted son said, "gruesome."

“Bullshit. We burned the book. We severed the vein. We chose.” The pillar laughed, and the glass rippled. Javier’s face melted into a woman’s, mid-thirties, Puerto Rican, eyes like polished obsidian, wearing a subway conductor’s uniform stained with ash. She stepped out of the pillar, boots crunching on the fracture, the red liquid clinging to her like a second skin.