Maria Hill Captain America Novels & Stories

his accent sounded thick, but it was understandable, thank God. "Oh yes please that would make this conversation much easier for me, so Mr. Russo, we do not know each other but I wanted to ask you about someone that we both may know, I am calling in regard to a Marianna Milano, do you in fact know her?" I asked hoping he had something on her that I could use. All I heard was silence on the other end, I let a few more seconds pass, I looked down at my phone to make sure we were still connected, and we were.

Standing beside the tall figure in the photograph, holding his arm intimately under the streetlights, was Victoria Monroe. My stomach churned, a sudden coldness creeping over my skin. “These are doctored,” Damon grunted, staring at the screen in pure disbelief. “I haven't been to the Grand Marquis Hotel in six months!” “I know you haven't,” I said quietly, staring at the image. Damon immediately looked at me, panic flaring in his eyes. “Amelia, I swear to God—” “I know you weren't there, Damon,” I interrupted, stepping closer to inspect the tablet.

Martha had already fired the old maid and even sent her out of NorthHill so that she won't spill her secrete. "Tell my hubby to please come to the living room," Martha said and Erma quickly nodded and walked away swiftly. "Your hubby?" Amy repeated. Is Martha married to someone else here? Has Broderick moved out of here? Amy was very confused. "He will soon be here and you can see for yourself," Martha said and added," aren't you surprised that I was Theresa?" "I've always guessed you are. I wonder how you escape prison," Amy said. "My father is a mayor, remember? Plus it is Theresa who was arrested and sentenced to prison not me. I'm Martha Alessandro, the most powerful woman in NorthHill."

said Officer Waywood, a frown across his face. Officer Marlow rushed to the bed and sat beside her. “Maria?” she said. “Say that again.” “W…” Maria tried. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Her lucidity was returning to her. Her mind was becoming her own again. Finally she got the word out. “War.” Officer Marlow looked up at her colleague. “I think she’s saying ‘war.’” He nodded, a worried expression on his face. Maria took another deep breath, willing the lucid part of her to take control, to tell them what she so desperately needed to.

Hillary Amelie Marquez is a beautiful and smart-witted woman who has a strong soul and owns a big heart. Despite the rumors attacking her to be an infertile woman, behind her fit and young figure, she has kept an undisclosed secret any person should not intend to know. A secret that answers her mysterious background as the faceless heir of the Marquez Corporation, the infamous 'Yama queen' who wrecked the business world as she was titled the very first woman that succeeded in handling a company better than the articles told about her.

Marina bowed her head. "I'm sorry Hillary, I'm sorry please forgive me..I was just force to do it." Marina kneeled in front of her. Hillary pulled her and motioned her to sit down. She was startled knowing that Marina betrayed her long ago anyhow he trusted Marcus justification..He won't spare her if she had really done something wrong. "There must be the reason why she had to do that." Hillary thought. Marcus felt that Hillary was still waiting for him to obtain more details. Marcus told her that Erica Heinz was an accomplice of the crime they committed. Hillary can't speak anything. Her tears freely flow. So much revelation for her.

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

Helen on the other hand has been hinted to be a warrior from Themyskira, having no special abilities. Maria on realizing that she was going to fall to her definite death caught herself however it was almost so late. She crashed on the ground and gave the earth a dent. Pete used John as a landing tool and thus, almost had him killed. Still not satisfied, he punched John continually, into the ground. Pandora was on the verge of unleashing a curse at Pete before Helen interfered. "Don't, you will kill him." Helen said to Pandora. Maria however caught her stamina. She ran towards Pete and grabbed him before ascending above the clouds.

"I hate pompous wolves who act all mighty. If it wasn't for me, for I who gave Ethan Summers the ability to drink blood, he wouldn't have been convicted by the nobles, and you wouldn't have gotten the chance to be with your beloved Mariah. So you should be grateful to me, not insulting me." Mariah and Alpha Rain looked at each other, then back at Aramada. I could see the shock written clearly on their faces. "I guess you are surprised that I, Aramada, remember when everyone else has forgotten," she said with a cruel smile. "I don't care," Mariah snarled, stepping out from behind her mate. She looked furious, shaking with rage. "But I want you to take your sorry ass and your puppet and get ou

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.