Final Space Avocato Novels & Stories

“He talked about a code.Ark…vac… “It's okay, Ava. Don't strain yourself.” Well I might be going through remembering things I have forgotten not an entire memory loss and not something I heard few minutes ago. “I can't remember. But I know it sounded like Avic?” Lorenzo frowns. His hands folded into a fist. “It's AVAC. Get me my phone.” I walk across the room and pick it up from the table. He punches numbers on his dail pad. “Am I speaking to the prison officer in charge of Dr.Andre? Can I speak to him?”

was breaking through the violet-haze. "The 'Audit' is over, Avery," Dominic replied, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of "Un-Written-Potential." "The 'Life' has just begun." The narrative has reached the "Phase of the Universal-Equity." We have 16,500 words remaining. We are ready for the final, quiet, and profound closing.

Madeline didn't answer her phone for the third time and Ava decided to reach Abel instead. There wasn't any luck with Abel either and Ava wondered why luck decided to turn against her today. Her phone chimed and her boss at the restaurant was calling her. She easily and quickly declined the call. Her heart was at a fast pace and just when she thought she couldn't breathe in the middle of the sudden chaos, a car stopped by the pavement close to her. The windows of the car slided down and Ava saw Esperza. “..Doctor Esperza?” “Miss Ava? Oh my God! It's been years now.” Esperza got out of the car and was quick to notice Ava's distress.

“Good afternoon.” Eva frowned, glancing around. “Where’s Alex?” “He couldn’t make it,” the lawyer said smoothly. “But he asked me to hand you this.” He extended the envelope towards her. Eva took it reluctantly, tore it open, and pulled out a set of documents. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes darted across the first page. “Divorce?” she whispered. Her voice cracked. The lawyer nodded gently. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Spencer has decided to formally dissolve your marriage. Please, take a look at the terms.”

Dave was embarrassed to say that the noodles had no taste and the eggs were burned. Yes, after contacting Arjuna earlier, he was hungry to cook but instead only got some food ingredients in his refrigerator. So, he only cooks what is there. However, he is not good at cooking noodles or eggs. But if it's an omelette or toast, he can. As a result, he just sat in the living room waiting for a miracle to happen, namely for Aini to come home. He even forgot that he could have ordered food.

The message wasn’t subtle. Sebastian finished gracefully and stepped down. Applause filled the hall. Ava’s eyes met Ethan's across the room. No anger. No sadness. Just clarity. Tomorrow. 9 a.m. The end. And this time There would be no more delays. No more hesitation. No more half-freed promises. Only signatures. Final. Definitive. And irreversible.

The voice startles me and i look up to see Avan across the table listening to the recording. I turn off my phone. "What are you doing here?" I ask. I can't deal with his crazy, not today. "You're my doctor remember?" "Then make an appointment like all the other patients," i come off curt and it takes him by surprise. "Well, i'm not like your other patients now am i?" He asks looking at me. "And what do you think makes you special?" I ask not looking away. "I can think of a few things. First you haven't lived in any of their homes, and i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say you haven't made out with your other patients," he says with a smirk. He is right, he is not like my oth

Purple veins started popping out of his skin. Ava's eyes slid shut and she nodded. She understood. She had finally accepted his noble decision. "I love you, Papa. Tell Mama that I love her too." He managed to crack a last smile. Mikhial, Ava and I watched as Javier took his last breath before he laid his eyes to rest and his soul finally met it's other half on the other side of the moon. His hands went limp and Ava remained strangely silent. Calm. It was the calm before the storm.

he finally said, closing the file on his lap. Ava nodded slightly, grateful for his quick dismissal of the topic. Jonathan smoothly turned the car around before addressing Ava politely. "Miss Alvarez, I’ll take the car to your apartment." Ava's apartment had already been sold, and she was just waiting to finalize the paperwork by signing the contract. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to handle it. “Okay, thank you,” she responded calmly. “It’s us who should be thanking you, Miss Alvarez,” Jonathan replied, his tone courteous yet professional.