Maria Menounos Book Novels & Stories

Miguel’s POV Gideon’s gun was still pointed at us, the morning sun glaring off the metal. My pulse thundered as my hand hovered near my holster, but Maria gripped my wrist tightly. Her knuckles were white.“Don’t,” she whispered. “You don't know what you're dealing with. Stay still.” She said with her firm voice as she stare at Gideon.Gideon took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as his men shifted behind him, blocking both ends of the alley. He looked almost disappointed.“You always were the sentimental one, Maria.” His voice was smooth, calculated. “Even after you knew the cost.” He said his tone very calm and calculated.Maria’s voice trembled, but she held her ground. “You manipulated my r

The Book Nook Intro Marcel, the brooding owner of the book store “The Book Nook” has long harbored a forbidden crush and obsession for Vivienne, a stunning woman who often lingers in his shop long after hours, her presence a tantalizing mix of innocence and seduction. Their chemistry has simmered beneath the surface for months, but neither dares to cross the line until one stormy night that changes everything.

she said, then walked to the sitting room. Omega Yna was about to walk out of the penthouse when her eyes saw the book on the table. She froze in her steps and walked to where the book was at the table. Omega 's eyes almost popped out of the sockets. ‘I knew that you love me so much, moon goddess,’She thought with a smile plastered on her face. She read the title and smiled, the picture of the ring on the book cover rose her curiosity, with trembling hands she opened the first page and read what was written there.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

Maryam, still on her school uniform, tugged on May's sweater as they passed a bookstore. "What is it now?" May asked. "Buy me that book." Maryam pointed at the yellow book sitting on the shelf just outside the bookstore. "Why?" May queried. "Isn't that Half of a Yellow Sun written by Chimamanda Adichie?" Iby asked. "I want it," Maryam whined. "Mtcheww. Leave me oh. I’m here to only buy oranges." May said, walking towards where the oranges were sold. Maryam began crying. Iby turned to her. "Are you seriously crying because you want your mom to buy you a book?"

Maria rolled her eyes. "Before coming here, I hated every single man, my father who could not protect his wife. Dean Collins, who was the reason for the death of two innocent women due to his decisions. That bastard Icarus, who killed a woman with such atrocity, such cruelty just because of someone else's fault. Those men looking down on the female students in the academy. Although we were few but better than those male students who could not have the balls to face me." only anger and frustration were on her face and Noah was biting his lips nervously, of course, because he was a man/boy as well. Maria saw a nervous Blondie and she smiled slightly and decided to tease him a bit. "And more th

The image refused to leave her mind. A crimson moon. A silver crown. A woman’s voice calling her home. Serafina stood frozen before the glass display, her heartbeat refusing to slow. “What kingdom?” She asked quietly. Martha followed her gaze to the ancient book. For a long moment, the older woman remained silent. Then she sighed slowly. “A kingdom most wolves no longer speak about.” “Why?” “Because remembering it is so dangerous.” Serafina frowned. “A book can’t be that dangerous, Martha.”

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

Then they reached a folder labeled simply: M. Kai opened it. A single video file. Leo clicked play. The screen showed a woman in her late forties, dark hair, sharp eyes. She looked directly into the camera like she knew someone would eventually watch this. “If you’re seeing this, then I’m dead. Or I want the world to think I am. My name is Maria Rossi. And I have been building something bigger than both families for the last fifteen years. The Council is mine. The money, the ports, the politicians — all mine. I let my husband think he was in control. I let him start wars and kill our own people. Because every drop of blood he spilled made my position stronger. When the time is right, I will

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." -Norman Cousins- *** Maria was sitting in her house drinking tea while reading one of her favorite book by Dostoyevsky while relaxing. It was late in the afternoon and she had finished her work for the day, there was nothing she wanted to do more than to just relax and enjoy herself for a few days before she had to go to Italy for a friend’s son wedding. She did not expect much noise to happen for the day but suddenly one of her maid knocked on her bedroom door and informed her that a man came to look for her.