Kapitana Maria の小説・ストーリー

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

she grabbed his hands and walked towards Paul. "I want to formally introduce you to each other. Pauly this is my boyfriend, Cater who's a captain in the military. And Carter, this is Pauly I mean Paul. I'm sorry, I was used to calling him that. He's my co-actor on the series and a good and close friend of mine." she smiled at them while the two men shake their hands. "Nice to meet you, Captain". Paul knew that from how Carter looks at him that he doesn't want him to be around Isabella.

Her eyes were hard. “Whoa…I didn’t mean to make you angry. I was just thinking…” “Thinking about what, Logan? Just let it go. She deserved to die,” Marina said nonchalantly. I was shocked at her statement. I knew her mom was abusive, but how can she say that about someone who was brutally murdered? “God, I hate her so much. She was the worst. She made me feel like I was nothing,” Marina said. She wasn’t even looking at me anymore.

The words were like ice in the car. Mara couldn't breathe. “Mich?” Eva slowly grabbed her jacket. Zog a map. Old. Disappointed. With water stains. She put Mara on her lap. This was in the faded script: PROJECT MAREA – SUBJEKT M-1 Mara opened her with trembling hands. The first page was a birth protocol. Name of the child: MARA – without last name Place of birth: Unknown / Coast / Location Mother: Helena (missed) Father:

"Take care of yourself. Never let yourself in danger. Kapag alam mong may mali, tumakbo ka na. Don't ever make another reason for me to cry!" Tumango-tango ako habang nasusukang yumakap pabalik. Hindi nagtagal ay dumating na ang kapitan ng barko at mga kasama niya sa barko. The four men have different aura, auras that are surely intimidating. "Welcome aboard! I am Captain Luigi and they are my sailors. They are warriors trained to survive the ocean." "I am Cronus." "I am Lifa." "Seraph." "I am Gavin." I smiled at them. "There's no need for formality, I am Juliet!" pagpapakilala ko.

I would be his wife and one day carry his child. Some many times I doubted this life, doubted what I wanted, but in this moment, I knew this was who I was meant to be. I was Marissa Marcusio, born out of wedlock as a bastard to the Chicago families, but that meant nothing to who I was to become. I was always meant to be the Capo's wife, the Beast's Kitten, Niko's ultimate downfall so he could rise to who he was meant to be; my lover and protector.

He’s sitting behind her with one hand on her shoulder, and she’s linked her fingers with his on her shoulder. His Beta and her recently ‘unofficially adopted’ brother, Nate, is driving the car, while she tries not to worry about the fact that she was going to be the Lune Reine du France ‘Queen Luna of France.’. George had faith in her, and she knew that he would be there for her every step of the way. Beside George in the back of the car were Ophelia, Fi for short, his Gamma and her mate Samantha, or Sammy for short, who is the highest rated female warrior in the pack.

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.

“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?” “Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters” “She sounds like a slave?” “She's supposed to be “Is that how Italians like it?” “That's how mobs like it” “Tell me about it” “Maria doesn't exist, she's invisible” “I get the concept” “Happy we're on the same page. Now back to our target. The aim is to get as much info as we can get. You're going to have tiny speakers interlaced in your hair”

Regardless of what would happen to Maria next. ** Sinokmput