Encanto Mariano の小説・ストーリー

If he had reincarnated today, then maybe she is also reincarnated? He promised to find her to get his revenge. But he must learn to adjust to his new life first. "Que tu vida esté llena de Felicidad (May your life be full of happiness)" says the Friar. A group of Hermanas freed a pair of white doves finally closed the nuptial of Gobernadorcillo. Estefan Eustacio and Leticia Aragon. Gunshots were shot as they walked down the aisle outside of the cathedral. Upon hearing the first gunshot Leticia collapsed.

"This is Mary. She will going to come with us." The newcomer gives him a hesitant look. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. Its on me. You dont have to worry about her nor on me. All you need to do is to bring us on the ship, and we will do the rest." He assured and tap the newcomer on the shoulder. "Alright, if you say so." The man said before turning to Mary to have a proper introduction. "Im Rico Gonzales, nice to meet you." He said and offered his hand. "Mary West." She introduces herself before hesitantly shaking the offered hand.

“Yes, Wildfire. Santa Barbara.” And then I saw it. Belmond El Encanto. The grand hotel, glimmering with lights that reflected off the ocean, had elegant tables set for an intimate dinner. The breeze carried the scent of the ocean and roses, and the golden light of the fading evening cast everything in a surreal glow. I couldn’t breathe for a moment; everything looked like a dream. I froze. “Marion… you didn’t…” He smirked, his hand finding mine. “I told you you’d see.”

Lapuz demonstrated the greeting. Kate imitated her ma and said: “Laumlayag. What does it mean, ma?” “It comes from two words: laon and layag. As I mentioned earlier, Kan-Laon is the supreme god of the encantos. His name means Ruler of Time. So, laon means time while layag means sail.” “Whoa…” “Yes, Laumlayag means something like ‘I’ll see you across time.’ Encantos aren’t really immortal, you know, but they sure live a very long time. They greet each other Laumlayag on a daily basis. Isn’t it romantic?”

"I Carlos Romaro, take you, Maria Ricci to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, will care for you in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life." I recited the same words and the priest blessed our rings. His nephew handed him the pillow for Carlos to take the rings. "Maria, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the son, and of the Holy Spirit." He slid the ring on my finger. It was a silver band with twenty small diamonds that was supposed to be a symbol of love and devotion. I repeated the same as I placed a silver band on his finger.

I’m met with her gorgeous doe eyes that are wide and staring back at me. “I want you to be mine in every way; luna, mate, wife, everything.” “Enrique…” she begins, her voice shaky. “You are mine, Mi Amor, and I want everyone to know that you are the queen of this island and the seas. I want you to be the mother to my children. I want the entire world to know Enrique and Kataleya as one. That one day from now, when we are remembered, it is as one, not two individual beings. For this Puerto Rican man is nothing without his diosa.”

She realised that he was going towards Koreatown according to the GPS instructions. "Koreatown?" He hummed. Koreatown was a neighborhood in Los Angeles, mostly popular for karaeoke nights. "You really have planned something." Sebastian grinned, shaking his head. "It's nothing too fancy, but I hope you like it." After half an hour or so, they reached there. They stopped in front of an ice-cream shop. She looked at Sebastian who was nervously tapping at the steering wheel, the joyous mood had dropped and was replaced by something more serious. Then Sebastian spoke.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

The Mariano Ancestral House is but a world well-hidden. The gates are nothing when the people themselves restrain their brothers from seeing it. Essi could only wish for Paco to see it again. His pictures all around here. He looks like a fine prince carried as a small lad in silk blanket over the arms of the king. Enrico Mariano is never forgotten in this place. Minerva is the princess. Her portrait reveals authority that radiates whatever is her manner of clothing. Whether she would wear a royal jewel gown or a law-enforcing neon vest over a dark cotton shirt and cold pants, she still looks the same. Their ancestry is well-illustrated inside the grand palace of the ancestral-tourism land. S

The Coqueta Catrina and Elegant Catrin (two opulently clothed foam skeletons), standing silent and grinning watch on either side of the ofrenda. Their lawn did boast foam headstones also, but they were garlanded with bright orange and yellow marigolds. Before each, Maria filled plastic bowls full of candy apples, homemade pumpkin empanadas, pumpkin spice brownies, and of course, homemade Calaveras. Sugar candy skulls. She and Whitey—faces painted in Calaveras masks, dressed as the Coqueta Catrina and the Elegant Catrin—directed the children to these bowls.