Kulti Mariana Zapata Novels & Stories

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

"Pasensiya na, pero hindi na ako marupok. Marupok with an ed will do. Humanap ka na lang ng iba—'yung kayang-kaya mong paikutin gaya ng ginawa mo sa akin." I am Josefina Erika B. Matienzo, a former Marupok and is now Marupoked.

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

CONSTANTINE'S POV Yesterday, I was very pissed at that Russian man Mr. Nicola or whatever he was called, I noticed his movement under the table. I was trying to keep my cool but I lost it when Eulalia went into the ladies'. "Mr. Rodriguez you can send the girl to me after you are done with her. I would compensate you with a huge sum of money" Mr. Nicolav said How dare he? I held him by his neck choking him"Nicolav or whatever you are called that woman is not a property to be sold she's mine and I'm not giving her to you or anybody else ever. Do you understand me?" I asked him

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

In fact, she seemed to spend a little time teasing her clit in front of the others. “Chita, squeeze the oranges for our guests.” Then to Brad and Kim she said, “This is my daughter, Conchita. As you may have gathered, I often call her Chita.” “But...” Kim stammered. She could say no more. “It’s what happens when you’re raped at 11 and give birth at 12. And that’s the reason for the difference in our coloring. My rapist was an Anglo, I’m pretty sure.” Maria had dark hair and brown eyes along with an utterly incredible figure. She was about five feet six, while her daughter was taller by an inch or more.

Just thinking that she picked that pretty boy before she even gave herself the chance to know me makes my blood boil. And now, conveniently, the supposed mate he “found” turned out to be Beta Vasiliev’s bastard daughter. That old pervert knocked up an employee and kept the girl hidden in some small pack. The woman died not long ago, and it looks like the whole mess finally got dragged into the light. Thing is, the Beta’s wife found out before the Beta did, and she almost tore that Marcella apart. Marcella ran and hid like a rat in the pack of that idiot Luca.

With a deep line of scowl on her forehead, Zara wiggled her fingers, eager to see what disaster they would bring upon the audacious men. But before the angry fists of the men could reach her, her feet lifted off the sandy ground within seconds and the unexpected move caused the men to rush their mouths into the depth of the land. Lightly, Zaramanni’s floating body landed on the ground and her sharp sight watched the hefty men spit out soil from the innards of their lips.

She chuckled. "No problem, we were just starting..." Maya assured. "Wow! Durga, you are glowing!" Nalini complimented and she blushed. Everyone started the function and Mariana sat beside Nalini who was applying mehendi on her hands. "Wow! Nice design..." Nalini smiled at her. "Thanks! Who are you gorgeous lady?" "Sister of the groom! Mariana Delgado!" She introduced herself. "And also the chief architect of the Delgado groups!"