Novelas de Ruth Olatunde

"Hurry up, Mykel, we have a lot to do today." Gwenevere called, matching forward.He increased his pace and closed the distance between them."I'm wondering what you're up to.""First of all, I have to apologize. I lied, there's nothing cloudy in this meeting, we're not swimming in the sky or anything. I said it would be cloudy because we're in a park called The Cloudy Park." she raised her eyebrow at him."Oh..." Williams smiled. Skilled wits uh? What a nice way to manipulate words. "I guess mentioning the cloud was supposed to be a motivation for me, because I've thrilled with the thought of diving in the sky.""You love that? Well, I'm on a mission to shaking the indoor-spirit out of you, and I've got a series of detailed plans to do that. So we'll have to start from the ground. Golf."Williams nodded slowly. Golf. "You shoul

Williams adjusted his collar and tapped his foot on the rug nervously. He couldn't belive he was here already, waiting to meet his 'interesting' counselor. That woman had better made his effort worth it, but more importantly than that, he was nervous too.Why? He had no idea.He looked at the empty seat beside him and nodded his head."You did well, Williams. Mario doesn't have to know about this." he said."But I could make use of some of his advices..." he added and shook his head immediately "What do you mean? I can do this on my own, I'm good at socializing too." he finally convinced himself and got down the car.He put a black shaded over his eyes. It was about time he met his date. He picked out his phone and made a call."Khm-khm. I'm at the park." he spoke into it once she picked."Great!" she replied in a voice that he considered to too loud

Williams rubbed the surface of his giant piano. He pulled away the black cloth he had used to cover the piano. He hadn't played in a while. His hands had begun to crave the sweetness that laid on the keys of the piano.He sat in front of it, and placed his hand on the white keys, unsure of what he would play. His soul and heart were the ones that determined what kind of music would flow out. His was just to follow.

It was Wednesday. The bank account was as red as crimson. The more she stared at her account statements, the more she went haywire.Two thousand dollars. That was the aim. Everything other thing mattered less. Everything, well, except for this cute little boy sitting next to her, having the best of chat he could.

Williams sat in the black office chair in his room. He tapped the edge of the laptop facing him. How was he going to answer this question? Mario was sure really fast getting a counselor, he didn't even give him enough time to develop his fake personality. He shrugged, she might as well state what she needs to know. What do you need to know? Gwenevere raised her right eyebrow.“Is he having issues doing a proper introduction now? Tch.” Where do you live and with whom? Tell me about your family. Do you know your temperament? Eastern part of the coun

I think I need a counselor.”Mario stopped and paused the tea pot in the air.“Uh? Serious?” he dropped the tea pot and walked towards him. “Really?” Mario was amazed. “This is great news. Why? What made you d