Maia Reficco Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Mafia’s Maid Ashley froze on his lap as soon as she heard his demand. She was watching him without blinking her eyes as she didn’t believe the task he ordered her to do. Master Jeremy was holding a sinister smirk over his face watching her shocked expressions keenly. When she didn’t move even a bit after a few moments he bent down and sucked her nipple which was pulled out by him to wake her up from her trance.

As I ate breakfast, I asked them where they were from and how long they had been working in the palace. Maia's family were from Valeria, and her parents also worked in the palace. I also just knew that she had just turned 21, and started working for the royal family after graduating from high school. She wishes to attend university, but her father got sick, so she decided to help her mother work instead while her younger sister cared for their father at home.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

"My name is Renata Emmy Dill." "Nice to meet you," she mumbled. Maia was amazed by the structures, furniture, designs, and how beautiful the pack house was. Her home is way more classic than others. Her parent is a fans of old fashion styles and designs, so she's like living in the past. She must be happy but, her heart feels the opposite. The marriage thing is not in her vocabulary. She wants to live her life to the fullest first before she settles down. Plus, the fact that her father used her as a prize for their partnership is hurting her so much.

She called out. "On the lawn tackling Logan." I laughed. She made her way towards Cris as I hugged Luca. "Mia!" I said grabbing her as she reached out for me. She had light brown hair a mix of Luca and Kiyara's hair color, and blue-green eyes she got from her father. After I had Cris, Luca and Kiaya got married and not soon after were pregnant with Mia. Only 2 months after I had Carmen, Mia was born. Just as Carmen had Nicola around her finger so did Mia. Luca loved his daughter just like he loved Rose while she was 3 and did practically whatever she wanted. At the age of 25 Kiyara was working as the head designer at Vogue and Luca still works with Nicola.

another old man said Kai felt the urge to find the ultimate partner for him to give him an heir. He had search everywhere in Aleris for an eligible bachelorette but he couldn’t find any. Not until he met Maia, a princess from another planet. Maia is beautiful and slim. She is tall, intelligent and skillful. Her long hair is auburn in color while her eyes are hazel in color. Kai instantly fell for the beauty of Maia. Kai is also very handsome, he has a very broad body and a masculine figure. His eyes are blue and his hair is blond. He is also tall, a six footer guy. He is good in combat and excel at leadership. They met when the parents of Maia visited Aleris. That time Kai is accepting possi

"Catherine, introduce my wife, Maharani," said Mas Suma, pulling my hand closer to her. "Maharani, this is Catherine, Pak Wahono's daughter," he added, pointing at her. We shook hands. She smiled back at me with a glance, saying her name. Then, back to look at my husband. Her gaze seemed cold towards me. There is an implied dislike there. Ah, maybe it's just me. No wonder, she is not an ordinary staff. It turns out that she is the daughter of Mr. Wahono, he is the largest shareholder after the Adijaya family.

“Mia.” I stopped and turned toward the voice. Josefina, Aléjandro and Rei’s mother, was headed in my direction. Her orange outfit billowed around her slender body, and her gold jewelry reflected the lights within, a lovely contrast to her golden-brown complexion. In that second, I realized who she looked like to me—Salma Hayek. She was equally as beautiful and dressed as elegantly. Despite her youthful appearance, Josefina held herself in a welcoming, motherly way that also said she was in control. No doubt it took a strong woman to care for a dangerous husband and two equally dangerous sons.

I can't help but wonder if I can trust this maid. As I walk to the desk, the young maid brings me breakfast. She appears to be a few years younger than me, with brown hair and deep chocolatey eyes. I can tell she's full Italian, unlike me, who's a half-blood. Despite her understated beauty, I can't help but feel out of place with my blonde hair and blue eyes. My looks are a stark contrast to those around me, given my mafia family's dark heritage.

‘Isn’t she Sue Reynolds? Maisie pursed her lips slightly. “I met Sue Reynolds while I was still living in Stoslo nine years ago. She is of mixed ethnicity from East Eurasia, her father is a Caucasian from Zlokova, and her mother came from Jakukari and is of oriental origin. She’s definitely a student who graduated from Turner Institute of Art and went through an internship in Luxella Inc. However, she doesn’t look like this.”