Maia Reficco Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Embarrassment flushed all over my face and down to my body. He looked at me and smiled. Why? He asked me. Why don't you want to eat with me? Why did you lie when you've had breakfast? Are you scared of me? Or are you scared of what might happen between us? With a firm tone, after I had collected my thoughts a bit, I answered him saying I was not scared of him I was only scared of the repercussions of things. I don't want to be seen as the maid who seduces her boss.

That is how you got engaged to Fabian Belucci. We couldn't stop it because it would mean either your death, mine or Gio's. Neither one of us was ready to go out like that. Mija, I come from Colombia. Mobs don't scare me but trust me when I say the Mafia is hell. We should have sacrificed our lives for you. We failed you. Especially me. I failed you. They took Gio to pressure you into it. I should have done something but I took too long.

There’s no urge to rush; no job no rush but that was my lifestyle and I will get it back sooner rather than later. “Rein.” A feminine voice called from a few feet away from me. Her hair was a mix of black and blonde lockets and her green eyes looked as gorgeous as emeralds shining under the sun’s rays. She was a mixed-race just like me, but she was half Italian, quarter Polish, and quarter Somalian and she shared a very much equal feature between each one but majority Somalian with her dark brown skin. “Moya,” I said while embracing her in a hug, “a nice name for the restaurant.”

Neema said to me with a conspiratorial grin. I shook my head amused and followed her into the palace. “What's your name little one?” Neema asked. I was silent for a bit. I obviously couldn't tell her I was Arielle the fabled warrior princess of Gaham. She wouldn't believe me and would probably laugh. “I'm Marissa,” I said after a split second. Prefering to give her the alias I was originally supposed to use. “Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that.

The woman was still focusing her eyes on the bowl full of delicious meat. Lucas answered with a shake, "Papa is of Italian descent, that's why your name is De Luca, which means Lucas' son in Italian, daddy only likes French food," explained his father. Elina nodded in understanding, the woman then turned to look at her father who was now raising a glass filled with clear liquid into the air. Elina also did the same thing, they pressed the glass gently so that it produced a small clinking sound. Elina immediately took a sip of the clear liquid that was now flowing into her throat, the smell of alcohol was clear, the woman almost choked. Elina thought the drink was just plain water.

Maybe because despite all that he could read the feelings in her eyes and even in her beautiful face. That's true. And he had to admit that for him Mia was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and met. Mia is a mestiza, her hair is straight and black with a length that reaches her waist. Mia's eyebrows are also dark and naturally lined. The kind that could easily be mistaken as drawn. She has long and curly eyelashes, and light brown round eyes. Her lips are naturally red, her nose is perfect. Mia is also tall with a slim body. But that is not noticed much because of her conservative way of clothing.

“It’s afternoon, Mama. Buenas tardes.” Josefina stood. She was as beautiful as I recalled, with big gold earrings, numerous gold bracelets, and wearing what appeared to be a long black coverup over a bathing suit. Mia on the other hand was reclined, looking uncomfortable as one could nearing her ninth month of a pregnancy. She waved. Rei walked us closer and spoke to his mother, “I know you’ve met Jasmine but not as my wife. This is Jasmine Roríguez.”

"I figured if you really like this boy, then we should impress him with your momma’s cooking from the start." I laughed and moved to sit down at one of the chairs around the dining room table. "Well, I'd offer to help, but-" "There is not enough room in here, Mija." My mother was half Hispanic, half Caucasian, but you couldn't tell it by looking at her. Long black hair and beautifully tanned skin mixed with her thick accent left people believing she was full-blooded Hispanic. Either way, I loved that I resembled her more than my dad. It made me feel special. Unique.

BMOM ➭ 101 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – “Cosmo Valteri Fontana.” Wow! That name screams masculinity. “Ohh… Is he mixed? He’s got that AFAM vibe.” I probed further. “Yeah. His dad is Italian.” I let out an “oh” at my husband’s reply. No wonder Cosmo’s got the looks. Too bad he’s into men.

D'Score Café… the place where Rose told Maia to come. Maia covered her beauty with a black mask. She also wore tight black rubber pants, matching her leather jacket. A hint of her dark undershirt was visible. Her loose hair accentuated her sexy and dark image. Everyone in Juan's mansion, including Mariana, was confused and stunned by the hostess's different appearance. It was striking because it wasn't Ruby's style. Of course, black is Maia Queen's style.