Maia Reficco Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Mia said and shut her eyes tightly as she thought of how stupid she sounded. She bit her lips as she made sure to avoid eye contact with the lady. The lady let out a small scoff, "alright. We can go with that." She said and then stretched her hands towards Mia, "I'm Julia." Mia looked at the hand skeptically. She wasn't here to make friends or to stay long in the pack. She was only here to find a cure to her curse and Aaron, who had other plans, was only going to make it hard for her to do what she actually came to the pack to do.

She shrugged it off easily and instead focused on her two 'slutty' friends instead. Ariana would never slut-shame anyone, but she really felt a little uncomfortable about their extreme sensual activities. The redhead, Maisie was an Italian from Sicily, and she's apparently engaged to some Italian mafia. Sabryna, the raven-haired one was a Canadian from Vancouver. Her family had relocated to Toronto last year and decided it was best for her to live her aunt here in K-State.

“What are you doing here?” “Surprised to see me, Rita?” Maia said calmly. Training her eyes on Rita, she smiled coldly. Her beautiful, wavy hair reached her waist and draped her slender and graceful back. She had smooth skin as well as eyes that could kill. Refined and distant, she looked like an exquisite lady who had lived in seclusion.

Not all of them are involved in the mafia, but Maia is one of those notorious women in the community. And there she is, placing another order at the bar, waving to her friends with a bright smile on her face. She looks almost too young to be married, but her file said she’d spent a small fortune on maintaining her looks. The woman is thirty-nine but looks like she’s in her late twenties. Her doctor must receive glowing recommendations. I take a deep breath and stride towards Maia, rehearsing my lines in my head. “I’ll get whatever she’s having,” I tell the bartender, nodding towards Maia, making sure she notices my flirty smiles.

Mia suddenly screamed as her nails grew longer and her eyes turned red before she scratched on Alyssa's face, inserting three of her fingers in her eyes at the same time. "Ahhhh! Why did you do that?" Alyssa covered her eyes with the palm of her hand as she yelped in so much pain. Her appearance and height began to change as she removed her hand from her face, Mia finally saw her and recognized. "You were the same orphan I saw the other day, you have returned again!" Mia pulled her hair. "I have told you that I am not an orphan, now give me that necklace so I can go!" she attacked Mia as well and their necklaces were glowing.

Nadine said to Nick. * * * In a mansion that was near a private lake in a secluded compound, Maya, the lycanthrope whom Nadine and Nick had been talking about, applied a cherry red shade of lipstick and looked at herself in a floor-length mirror. She was a nubile young woman of Middle Eastern ansecstry which accounted for her olive skin, brown eyes, lush figure and thick, long hair. Her red dress with a thigh-high slit and a plunging neckline looked incredibly sexy on her. Seeing her, one might have thought she had dressed up for a party but that was not the case.

Now I had to call up my agents just to tell them I had to either take time off work or just quit, something my handlers would definitely argue during this busy time in the fashion world. ◇ "Ah, bellissima! Stefano, look at her." Mrs. Falco gestured to her husband and kept studying my face, and the woman's pale pink lips smiled widely in appreciation. "Beautiful Mykaela, we finally meet in person." "Grazie, Signora." I tried a welcoming expression as vibrant and as long as I could manage, with Miles' gorgeous mother standing before me and gushing praises. Unbelievable that the woman was past her 40s. Mrs. Falco was also half-American, thus her East Coast accent.

I peeled off my maid uniform and wore my blouse and jeans, and sandals. “That is her name, though,” Hale answered. Why were they talking that loud? Was it for me to hear? Were they doing it intentionally? “Isn’t her name like Homer?” Dominic queried “Homer? I could have sworn it was something else. Another surname that starts with the letter ‘H’.” Hale replied. He was right about that part. Dominic had given me another name, but I had long stopped fighting him. He seemed like the type to call me ‘maid’ instead of anything. And then I heard how he also gave the chef another name.

I also placed a ring on his as I held onto his strong hand feeling his soft but calloused skin on mine. And it was done. We were announced Mr and Mrs. There was no escaping now for it was far too late. The only thing I had was my name. I was still Alessia Ferrari as I abhorred the idea of taking my husband's name, especially Ace's. My mafia knew me as Ferrari. My name held my reputation. Ace did not seem to care as he watched me sign the papers. In fact, I'm sure I saw a glimmer of pride pass through his eyes or maybe it was just pure amusement.

I had to lie to him to reassure him, “I just needed to do a very small thing for the syndicate, and we would both be free.” "You need to pull yourself together for this mission, I can't have you crying like a baby". Sir Bruno’s voice snapped me out of my thought. I quickly wiped my face. "Here" he handed me an ipad. "Learn all these information, this will be your new identity." As I went through it, I was to take the identity of a successful young chef. Her name is Lily Lunardez, from Columbia, she went to the Le Cordon Bleu culinary school in France. My heart kept racing. How was I supposed to pull this off?