Novels by Lluvia Ramirez

An abundance of greens with all its shade harmonized with the dark, yet gentle color of the earth. The sky, on the other hand, has never been so clear—giving out its best hue of blue.It was a lustrous day, the sun shone loudly and proudly. Animals of different sounds continued to play their own melody, following the wind’s tempo as it blew the dancing trees in unison. It was a magical orchestra.However, at the center of this accordance, a metallic smell is forcefully blending itself in the surroundings.A woman, drenched with what it seemed as her blood, lay flat on the ground. Disheveling the symmetric arrangement of the pointy grasses that grow from it.Her back started arching as she groaned, squeezing her head hard. Her eyelids are shut, creasing towards the bridge of her nose,Startled by the woman’s wail, animals began approaching her. Their heads titling alternately on both sides—wondering about the new

Without me minding my steps, I reached the parking lot where our company shuttles are in. I rode the one that was scheduled to give me a lift.I never liked sitting at the back, it makes me feel sick all throughout the ride. However, this time, I wanted to isolate myself. Rethink my past decisions, the opportunities that I missed.I rested my head on the side of the shuttle, my tears began flowing once again. There, I cried with no sound. I was just staring into nothingness while droplets of water escaped from my eyes.

It was yet another busy shift. The sound of aggressive fingers tapping every key on the keyboard seemed to harmonize the soft yet tired and pissed voice of my co-agents assisting their own clients through call.“Sir, again, I apologise however your situation is not under our control.” My voice was starting to lose its firm as it was drying due to hours of endless call queues.“What do you mean it’s not under your control? I was robbed! The fuckers who used my credit card purchased over a thousand dollar worth of items in your shop! Now, why is it not under your fucking contr

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.© Lluvia Ramirez 2021