Novels by Flow

July 10, Dulsie's ninth birthday. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday. The gentle breeze swept across the garden as Lucia rushed about to set up the little umbrella shades for the party. Candela had arrived at the early hours of the morning alongside her husband and kids to help her sister set up things for her daughter's birthday party. The kids had run along to go play hide and seek inside the house. Candela's daughter, who, because she had already turned nine, liked to say she was a year older than Dulsie, even though they were really only four months apart. Lucia's husband, Elvio, had stepped out to go get Dulsie's cake and some groceries from the mall. Candela's husband, Esteban attended to the barbecue stand. The meats were only halfway cooked but they still gave out an appetizing smell.In the shades of the backyard, there was the sweet odor of lime and sticky charred sauce and at intervals, the kids would run by to get some chunks of meat and afterwards, return to their play."

It was a Friday night and as always, Euphoria Discotheque was on their usual routine. Valentina stuck her head out from behind the curtains, scouting around for nothing in particular but her attention was drawn to the young man who sat across the room. She must have seen him before but it was quite difficult for her to conclude since he had his back turned at her. But anyways, she had seen more than a dozen men visit Euphoria Discotheque five days in a week, so it wasn't so much of a big deal. She calmly retreated as she felt a surge of anxiety building up within. The voices around her were slowly drowning out and they only filtered into her ears once in a while as muffled sounds. She reached for the little vial sitting on the counter, flipped the cover open and threw the pills into her mouth. She inhaled deeply and made for the dressing mirror. She stood there in her amazonian figure which sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impe

Marcus walked into the room, carrying a little nylon bag in both hands. He had no idea if to place it down and take his leave or just await Josefina's arrival. He was still contemplating this when Josefina creeped into the room, unnoticed. She took her position behind him but didn't say a word. He could feel the warmth of her breath, hitting sharply against the nape of his neck. He turned around sharply, almost bumping into her."I'm sorry. I was sent to deliver this here", he said and placed the parcel on the bed. He made to take his leave but paused when he heard her mutter something inaudible."I didn't get you"."I said, what's in there?" She repeated, lifting the parcel up from the bed."I have no idea". He stammered as he said this. He slowly turned around and walked out of the room. Josefina had her eyes on him the whole time.She unwrapped the parcel to find out it was from her grandfather, Él Ligeró. It was a parure made out of diamond. It must have cost a fortune, she though

"Hola! I'm Christanté".Valentina turned around to see a little boy standing right behind her. He wore a broad smile on his face and seemed excited to see Valentina.He must be like ten, Valentina thought.She bent over a bit and patted the little boy on his head. This made him chuckle."I'm Valentina. What're you doing here?" Valentina asked, knowing that it was inappropriate for a child of his age to be where he was. She observed him closely and he seemed to be stressed out."I work here", Christanté replied, the smile still on his face.Why and how would a little kid this age be made to work here? "And what kind of work do you do?" Valentina went on, slowly trying to pick her words. None of these was making any sense to her."Well… I'm made to clean the bar, serve drinks and…" Christanté paused for a second and shifted his gaze to the ground. He wasn't sure if he was talking to the right person. The smile on his face was gone and he had a nervous stare in his eyes. Valentina neede

"Querido, I'll be leaving now. I'll let you know how the interview goes when I return", Valentina called from the bedroom. She placed her cap on her head and flung her little backpack to her back before exiting the bedroom for the parlor where her husband and two little daughters were waiting.Jorge, on seeing his wife looking as pretty as ever, stood up and drew her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead and held her tighter."Don't hesitate to put a call across incase of anything, okay?"Valentina chuckled loudly.Her family meant everything to her and she would do anything to see that they're always happy. She broke away from the cuddle and cupped her daughters in her arms. Valentina, a determined, young lady, in her mid-twenties was already making so much effort to build a family. Her husband Jorge had lost his job as a sales associate and things had been quite difficult for them. He hadn't been able to secure another job yet. Valentina had just applied for a job with a

5:30 AM in the morning and a young lady had just been dragged into Raúl's quarters. Her mode of dressing said it all. She was one of the many girls that were being used as sex slaves under Cartel de Deuce. She was trying to break free from the tight grip of Raúl's hitman on her hair but it wasn't possible. He finally let her go when she was lying right in front of Raúl. Raúl stretched his hand out and a Beretta pistol was handed over to him. The girl had reportedly refused to offer her services to a client and when he tried forcing her, she got hold of a fork which he had just used in eating and stabbed him in the throat. Then she tried escaping from the vicinity but ended up being caught. Word had gotten to Raúl that the client who had been stabbed in the throat was already responding to treatments but he wasn't going to spare the girl, knowing that if he did, then it would create a path for other girls to rebel. She was going to be set as an example to the others who were nurturing