Maria Brink Age Novels & Stories

Maria - My name is Maria, I'm 23 years old, I'm a model and Suzana's sister, it was through her that I met Diego, but at the time he was dating, so he wouldn't even look at me, much less trust me, even though I practically threw myself on top of him, that dull of his ex, yes ex, my sister told me that she just disappeared without giving satisfaction, how is a woman able to leave Diego like that out of nowhere? She must be a big madwoman, that's all.

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.

Mariah asked in a concerned tone, but I could see the excitement in her eyes. "yes and please, get whatever you need for Zara and Angelo. you've taken your day off to help me, it's the least I could do for you." I smiled when she nodded her head and thanked me. Mariah has two children, but she didn't let that stop her from doing what I asked her. luckily for her, her eldest Zara is seventeen years old and was ok with watching Angelo who's ten years old. "It's a good thing Mr. King is paying us well. but, Rach please remember me when you two get married. you'll be able to take me shopping all the time." Emily said making me scoff. as if that would ever happen.

As he came inside the kitchen Maria was sitting on the chair cupping her face with her hands. "What happened to you?" Aiden asked as he was quite frank with Maria. She also was very good to him. Maria was in his 30's and didn't had any children so he always treated Aiden like her child as she knew that poor boy was too innocent to be in this dark world of Mafia. Maria turned to see Aiden seated next to her and turned her chair to him. She held his hands and kissed lightly.

He started to untie his boots. “You were the dumb ass that bumped into her while they were dancing,” Bee smirked. It wasn’t often that she got to get a jab in, so she took full advantage of it. Maria was born in Pakistan and migrated to the US during World War II. Her village had come under attack and the pack she grew up with decided to avoid the human conflict, only to be hunted by the SS. Maria got her nickname by leaving explosives behind, stinging the enemy. She actually was one of the people who found out about the list the Germans made to cripple the US.

“Maybe it’s because I’m smarter than you?” “Bullshit. Even Kristoff and your friend Lora have notable achievements. You? Nothing.” God. She’s too immature. Maybe that’s why she lost to me. But, damn. From age fifteen, Maria’s known achievements were her music soundtracks for fantasy films. Everyone at WSM acknowledged her, including most professors. How can I compete with that? Kristoff is about to say something, but I move at Maria’s eye level. “Look. If you have any complaints about me, just ask the admissions.” I dare her, but I don’t want her to go there.

Maybe my father wasn’t entirely wrong about the benefits of this alliance. My parents come over to check in on us, with Marilyn Borran alongside them. Marilyn is almost seventy years old, black, with close-cropped gray hair, a plain suit, and sensible shoes. She’s got a calm and intelligent face. If you were stupid, you might think she’s a friendly grandmother type. In actuality, she’s one of the most powerful people in New York.

It wasn't much but at least this was the one sibling she still had the advantage of height over. "So you really won't bring home a man any time soon?" Giselle asked again as if the first time didn't do enough emotional damage to Maria. "It's not that easy. When you're my age you'll understand" Maria said choosing to ignore the knot in her chest. A fourteen-year-old couldn't make her feel this way.

The little girl apologized. "No, it's fine." Maris flashed her a weak smile and got to her feet, wondering how long she was going to stay there for. "My apologies for the reflex action." "Go get her something to eat." Tristan nodded at his sister and she returned Maris' smile before leaving. "How old is she?" Maris walked over to the window and took a peak. "Fifteen." "Aww." She held her chest with a look of affection on her face before pulling the blinds to shield the evil rays from piercing into the room. His sister must have pulled them open this morning.

It wasn't her intention to react that way. The old Del Fuego smirked and said," Jericho, why did you bring her here?" Jericho who was also in deep thought said," I would like to introduce her to you. Grandpop, she is Maria, my girlfriend." "Your girlfriend?" the old man stares at Maria from head to toe. "She seemed to be like a high school student," he said without smiling. Echo laughed and said, "She is already in her early twenties. She is a teacher Grandpop."