Immediately recognizing Gabriel's voice I was afraid I had done something very wrong. "You must not touch that mirror! Not even go near it!" He said stepping closer and standing between me and the mirror. "And why not?" I asked more out of curiosity to know the reason for this prohibition than to know what the mirror was doing. "It's not time yet." He said looking haggard. "That's your answer to everything! And it's very empty. You need to be clearer. Time for what? You said the same thing about the water. What does this water and this mirror mean?" "Stop questioning me!" He said angrily and reached over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "You crazy woman! Where have you been? Didn't I tell you to stay home?" "I don't owe you any satisfaction!" He released me with a small shove that distanced me from him staring at me with a different glint in his eye. "No? Is that what you really think? That you don't owe me any satisfaction?" "Th

"You're a stupid man, James! Don't you recognize when you're given a chance? Stubborn fool! You'll be sorry! I swear you will! Caco!" I was driven mad with hatred for the rejection. I needed to do something to hurt him as much as he was hurting me, so I called Caco. Caco opened the door with violence and sword in hand. "Is there a problem?" Caco asked looking everywhere already searching every corner for some kind of danger. "Take him away from here and then come back because we need to talk. When Caco was already leaving with Tiago I said. "Never say that I didn't give you a choice, Tiago." I said and sat back in my seat with hatred burning in my heart. Caco took him and soon he was back. "What do you want with me Captain?" "About your request... I've decided it's right. I've given it a lot of thought and decided to accommodate you.... You will do as you wish, but first we need to settle some details of our journey. Max is steering the other ship like a true captain. After

The Mafia of Pain I was sitting on a park bench with a newspaper in my hand, but I was not interested in the news it contained. My focus was on the other side of the street. I was waiting for the ordered victim to leave. I looked disguisedly to the side and was pleased to see that my allies were watching the door of the building and waiting inside the car. Finally the girl came out of the building. She was beautiful, young and rich. Everything I wished to be. I envied her. But I didn't envy what was about to happen to her. I got up and left the newspaper on the bench where I found it. I straightened my skirt and went to meet her. Before she could cross the street, I bumped into her and she fell. Pretending to be concerned, I offered to help her up and apologized. She accepted my help, staring at me as if she recognized me. But I knew that she had never seen me. I had always been discreet in the mansion where she lived. I was just a kitchen maid who spied on her family and d

A soft wind whipped my face as I knew the sun was shining and flooding the world with its scorching heat. I lazily opened my eyes when I heard someone calling me for the third time, insistently and in an urgent voice. Anat was staring at me with wide, surprised eyes. I took a deep breath and sat up. The subjects stopped waving their giant fans and the pleasant wind disappeared. Those fans they held with pride and devotion were a gift from Frod, a god who had fallen in love with me and was trying at all costs to win me over by sending rare gifts. As I was no fool, I knew that the day I fell for his charms, he would use me, and soon he would be bored and go find someone else who would make him happy again for a few months. I didn't like to see Anat in my domains, much less in my palace, for I knew she liked to leave a present in the belly of everyone she visited. "Anat! What do you want here? I will not be one of your incubators to hold another of your subjects." She s

I was a street girl. My mother was a prostitute and had no idea who my father was and no means to support me. So, she abandoned me as soon as I was born, I learned about these conditions about my mother and my origin from the women who hated her and made sure to tell me horrible stories about her every time they saw me. They only thought about getting revenge on the woman who took away their husbands' fidelity and didn't stop to think that they paid for my mother's work and that she was no respecter of persons as long as they had money to pay her. They had no pity for my young age. What they did have was the fear that I was the daughter of their precious husbands. Rejected, I was raised on the streets of the suburbs. I don't even know how I survived. Each season, some wanderer would take pity on me and stay with me for a few months. But my constant companions were hunger and loneliness. But I did not resign myself to that fate. With a lot of willpower (because when I entered some pla