Next Year In Havana Novels & Stories

Joana nudged him, “be nice!!” “No, he’s right, I did, that’s why there’s been a lot of evil going on in the world lately, and the year 2020 was the cap of it all. I won the former one, and it was a century of peace and good prospering.” “So, when is the next battle between you and Yang?” “Next year.” “It’s not far at all, I hope you win this time,” Joana said.

Out of all his sisters, Quinn was likely the only one who had an inkling of what Chase was planning. "Rushing? What are you two up to?" Enola quickly interjected, sensing something amiss. "It's nothing," Chase replied, deflecting the question. He did not want his sisters to get too involved. Changing the subject, he continued, "By the way, it's almost New Year's. Let's invite Myra to Capital City and spend the holiday here together. Afterward, we'll head back to South River City and pay our respects to Mr. Hills and the others."

"She says she's excited, but I know her. She's not liking it." Bobby shrugs. "Can you blame her?" "Yeah." Terry adds. "I mean, she just came out in a very public trial. I'd be freaked." He took a swig from his bottle. I ask Bobby for another. "I get it, but sooner or later, she's going to have to meet the public. Might as well be at the greatest event of the year." Gavin looks between the three faces. "Who's hosting this year anyway?" "We did it last year so its Falcon Ridge this year." I supply.

“This isn’t over. I’ll come back for my kiss. Don’t flatter yourself. Mom knows about us, and she would expect to meet you soon. We should look genuine, right? So, we need a lot of practice. Wait for me!” He winked at the jaw-dropped look on my face and walked away. I fumed at his excuse. Why couldn’t he just inform his family? They knew what a player he was. Surely he didn’t need to hide behind a fake girlfriend! The New Year's Eve Party preparations were in full swing, and I ran out to check. My gang was already there, and we checked out the activities available. “This is going to be so much fun. The ship will reach Port Canaveral, Florida, tomorrow. We’ll be free to explore all day until

I roll my eyes and exhale dramatically, "Don't even get me started on that. I can't wait for the day to be over, some people love a big wedding because they were wired for it some people don't. I thought I was until I saw the crowd earlier." Havana places a hand on mine and smiles at me tenderly. "It would soon be over, that's all that matters." I place my other hand on top of hers, "Thank you, I should let you two have your privacy, I've got a long list of guest I'm still yet to greet." I say before leaving.

ONE week had passed quickly, and the moment Triana had waited for so long came. At last, she’d meet Caleb tomorrow in Paris. It was a perfect time since their parents went to Barcelona for a few days’ vacation. And after that, the Chaudharys would travel to Iceland for the holidays. It was Triana’s idea to celebrate Christmas Eve under the Northern Lights. Then they’d return to the Philippines for the New Year’s celebration and the fourth death anniversary of her father.

I ask, surprised. “No. At least not yet. I am just suggesting that we move, permanently, and we stop coming back for these memorials. Maybe next year we should actually celebrate our birthday. You will be 21 next year. That is a huge birthday in the human world. We can go out to a human bar and have some fun.”

She asked. Grant clear his throat, "No, nothing. We will come to the Island at the launching date." "Great! Oh, did Mary say something?" "No. Everything according to the plan. Except that Havana already left the Island." "Eh? Why? The banquet is still two weeks later?" He shrugged. "I'm not certain. But, it's mean you have to go back as soon as possible." "Thank you for the foods." Max rose from his chair after drink a glass of water. "Chili, I'm sorry. I will go back to the guild for a while. Can you wait?"

“Only the roads that lead to my destiny, Mia. And to you. Besides, you weren’t so bad yourself. Almost kept up with me. Not many can say that. You have a surprising talent for... keeping pace.” “Don’t sound so surprised,” she countered, a playful jab in her tone. “I told you I could drive. And I warned you about my horsepower. I’m a woman of my word, Hades. Unlike some people who vanish across continents without so much as a proper goodbye. So, speaking of disappearing acts, what was so important in Cuba that you had to abandon your honeymoon?” He slowed slightly, pulling off the main road onto a quieter street. The rain lessened. “Cuba was... a gathering,” he began, his voice deeper, more s

Clarence says. “Of course not, I have to shower this coffee shop stink off then get dressed to pick Nova up, we are spending half of tonight with my family and half with theirs, then in the morning we will both be with our own families until I go over there and tomorrow night after their performance they will be here, but also packed for several days with my birth father’s parents in Boston. If you are back for New Year’s Eve you should come to Mariposa, you can see Nova’s performance.” I smile then we bid each other goodbye, again wishing each other a Merry Christmas.