Happy Birthday Maria Novels & Stories

He’s a friend with this man thus he expected to have light approach from this manipulator. “Good evening, Mr. Kepir.” He greeted as he raised his toe brows and lean to his right side. “Aren’t you coming with us? It’s Maria’s birthday,” he informed and that makes Magno to feel guilty by his thought. He knows it already and assure Maria that it’s fine for him to be gone for tonight. Magno was positively saying to himself that he’ll sent her a gift soon.

She wasn't going to let go of this memory and she would preserve it with all she had in order to get back at them when the time was right. "Let's go." She said, holding her son's hands as they walked into the night with the drops of rain splashing on the ground. Their clothes dripped with water and the cool of the night gripped their skins. The world wasn't fair to them at all but Maria knew they had to survive no matter what. Twenty-one years later, Manuel Cruz organized a party for the celebration of his birthday. His wife, Maria Cruz was part of the people who helped in organizing the whole event. She was very satisfied to see her husband celebrating his sixtieth birthday.

A man like him didn’t deserve happiness! "Are you done?" Maria asked lightly, noticing that Diana had stopped speaking. Diana replied, "Yes, I’m done. Don’t you believe me?" Maria said calmly, "That’s all in the past. I don’t care." "You..." Diana was stunned by her response. She didn’t care? How could she not care that the man she married was a scumbag? Diana couldn’t understand. "What are you two talking about?" Sidney returned just then, carrying a small cake—Maria's favorite, mango-flavored.

To say I was grateful was an understatement. Aunt Arya laughed, her warm voice grounding me. “That was the point, dear. It’s been so long since we’ve seen you relax. You deserve this.” Her gaze softened, and she reached out to pat my arm. “Happy birthday, Kai. We’ve all been waiting to celebrate you.” Maria smirked, crossing her arms playfully. “Finally, a day where you’re not brooding over pack matters. It’s refreshing.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Brooding? Is that what you call it?”

She laughed heartily. "Hahaha... I finally understand the joy of getting a small red packet of money (lucky money), hahaha..." Maria nodded solemnly, "Well, there is nothing in this world that a red packet can't heal; if there is, then make it two." The two of them were happily chatting. Soon, Charles' phone beeped again. Maria opened it and saw the message. She was as happy as a bee, almost flying up in joy. "Hahaha, I won again, here is my lucky money."

he asked. No way. I've had it with people today. Dead or alive. "Go away, Logan," I said and proceeded to close the window on his face. "Wait, don't!" he cried. "What, Logan? I am not in the mood for your stalkerish games. Just leave me alone because I had a rough day," I said. "I heard about what happened to Jason, so I just wanted to see if you're okay. I thought you could use a friend. I really do care about you, Marina. We used to be so close, remember?" he said softly. His usual cold grey eyes were full of warmth.

Maria’s place seemed like the perfect escape and off he went. Maria lived alone in a fancy condominium she had made her parents get for her right after her 21st birthday. It was the perfect birthday gift as an apartment lf her own meant being away from the prying eyes of her family members. She didn’t like it when people were too in her business.

She hugged me right and I reciprocated it. I miss her. "You... How have you been?" I asked her and she smiled a bit. "Fine. What of you?" She asked as she brushed my hair back. "Good." "I can see. It is your birthday. Don't let me ruin it." She said and cleaned my face. She turned to look at Demetrius and the rest. "In case, you don't know me. I am Maria Martins." She introduced herself. "I think it is Ophelia's fault that we do not know you." Loretta said as she stepped forward to embrace my mother.

Steph cheered. For a moment, her guilt overwhelmed her. “Are you okay Mum? You look like..” “Your mother is just sad that her friend is not alive to witness this joy.” Robert interrupted, pressing a warm smile. “She once told me that the day Maria becomes a mother would be the happiest day of her life and now, that day is so close, but she is not here with us.” Steph muffled, her heart breaking as she held her daughter’s hand. Cara leaned forward pulling her mother into her arms. “It’s okay. That’s why we have you. Celebrate it on her behalf,” Cara whispered.

Nadia inquired with a genuine interest. Maria, filled with joy, replied, "It's delightful, Nadia! The atmosphere is simply magical, filled with such a palpable sense of joy and camaraderie. It's everything I could have hoped for and more. I'm so grateful for this wonderful gathering." Nadia's eyes sparkled with delight as she listened to Maria's enthusiastic response. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself, Maria," she said. "I wanted to create an evening that would be both memorable and meaningful for everyone."