Maria Gift Novels & Stories

Marisa murmured while her eyes glistened. The thin girl was being touched, and for the first time, Marisa had noticed and given her a gift. Safira quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Is it real?" Safira's eyes began to blur. "Yeah, I did it, there's one more," you say. She gave Marisa another, tighter hug. "Wait! Wait… Don't squeeze me too tightly; you know my perfume is pricey and my makeup is important. Don't allow anything to be harmed." said Marisa.

I filled up the kettle and turned it on, and then took out the trash before quickly washing the dishes while the water boiled. You'd think Maria would help with the dishes or something, but no, she was standing at the corner, with her arms folded while on the phone."Gift sends his regards, by the way" she piped up. "He says he would have loved to be here with you, and that he looks forward to seeing you in two weeks." I heaved a sigh. "Okay." "He is looking forward to marrying you, you know. He says he can't wait. Are you excited?"

Maria gasped really loud and inquired in a loud shout “HOW DID YOU KNOW!?” I laughed in reply, and said “Matthew and Ali came to my store; to buy a dress for tomorrows fundraising event.” “YOU MET HER ALREADY!?” Maria shouted through the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear “Maria stop shouting.” Then put my ear back to the phone “Yes, I have already met her. She is amazing, so amazing to the point, where there was no way I was going to make them pay for the dress. I gave it to her for free as a ‘nice to meet you gift’ from me.”

"Then tell him I heavily insist on refusing." A faint, nervous smile tugged at the corner of Maria's mouth. In all her years working for the family, no woman had ever rejected a gift from Lorenzo Dimitri. Most actively begged, cried, or bartered for a fraction of his attention and wealth. Before Maria could retreat, a firm knock sounded on the open door frame. The master of the house stepped inside, dismissing the maid with a brief nod. Maria practically vanished from the room, closing the doors behind her. Lorenzo looked at the untouched, expensive bags resting on the velvet armchair, then at Lorrie. "You don't like them?"

I booked a ride and was notified when the driver arrived, taking one last look at myself in the mirror I walked out of my room holding my Louis Vuitton bag. It was one of the gifts I cherished when Liam got it for me as my birthday gift, sighing I almost bumped into Maria. “Good morning my Lady, won’t you stay for breakfast?” she inquired softly. Smiling said, “No Maria I would have brunch instead, I don't feel so good I'm still feeling nauseous. Wish me luck I'm meeting my lawyer today.” She grinned and pulled me into a warm hug, “It would be successful.” Maria replied. One of Liam’s maids was walking towards us along the hallway. Bowing slightly she moved past us, but then I could tell she

What Josy just said proved it to me. Maria opened every present with a careful hand. Her hands shook, so she took her time opening each package. She didn’t comment on any of the gifts with words. Maria’s face showed abundant empathy as she viewed her gifts. I loved how much she appeared to enjoy what she saw, and I handed her the next item. The items range from fountain pens and desk sets to laptops, tablets, and jewelry sets. We have a wide range of items available, including clothing, scarves, shoes, coats, accessories, luggage sets, care items, and hats. Every package was open and displayed with care. Maria stopped, studied it all, a little overwhelmed.

Maria : how many days I have to be as your mistress me : who said you're my mistress maria : then what I should call you is our marriage have any value in the society my kid is called as illegitimate child me : who dared to say that I will kill them maria : society and the world will you kill all of them me : I just need sometime maria : how much time I'm waiting from many years first that fool then this lady what about me and my child me : whatever mine is yours and our child's maria : how you have a son according to world he is having your surname krish Chowdary me : he is not my son don't you know that maria : so what though he is not your blood he has your surname according to the world

Hearing her words, I felt a surge of absurdity. "And what about Liam? Knocking up another woman while I was away doing research—he's not a disgrace to the family?" "Ava, that's enough! Can't you see I did this for your own good?" Liam's brows were drawn together, his eyes cold as he looked at me. "You can't have children, so I had Chloe give you one. I gave you a gift—the chance to be a mother. Why can't you understand my good intentions?" "Besides, it's a win-win. Chloe's wish is fulfilled, and you get a child. I really don't know what you're so upset about!"

"That can't be. I have to talk to your father." "Wait!" It was rare for Rhea not to hang up first, so Maria continued listening. "Mom, did you pass Anastasia the agarwood I gave you?" "Agar—what?" Maria did not know what her daughter was talking about. Then she quickly remembered. "Oh, you mean the potted flower? I did, but Tasia isn’t you. She won't appreciate these plants, so why do you keep giving them to her?" "It's just my gift for her!" Rhea continued, "All right, I'll return to my experiment now."

She was happy that she gave the gift because she felt Maria was suspicious concerning the gift seeing that she was the only one with a gift from her company. She thought that no matter what was in the box, she hoped that Levi could use it one day. Maria thinking she gifted it one of the judges beamed with satisfaction. "That is very good. You did well; you can go back and have a good rest. Start preparing for the first test. It's in three days."