Maria Ressa Novels & Stories

My eyes automatically shut when I heard voices outside my room. Lance! "It's nothing, and Maria likes to spend time with her," replied Matías. Maria was the seventeen years old daughter of Matías. She was always with me whenever I wanted to go out. After a few seconds, I tried to control my breathing, as I heard his footsteps getting closer to me. I was lying on my back on the bed. I felt the bed sink a little and jumped when I felt his lips on my forehead.

I guess you could say I won. But at what expense? My partner—my friend—was heartbroken. And it wasn’t the first time. Before Maria, there was Monica Harnor. She wasn’t a case like Jessie’s, but I remember her clearly. Burglarized. Held hostage in her own apartment for twenty-four hours. When it was over, she clung to Miller like a lifeline. He saw it as responsibility—duty. He needed to save her. He answered every call. Every text.

I opened the burner phone and dialed a number I hadn’t used in ten years. A woman answered. “Still alive?” she asked. “Barely.” “Where are you?” “Portugal.” She paused. “Then you’re closer than you think.” Her name was Sira, she was one of the few people from the program who didn’t vanish, didn’t die, didn’t sell herself to the highest bidder. She’d gone rogue instead built a safehouse chain across Europe for kids like Elias, for survivors. She gave me coordinates. A compound in the mountains she said she’d seen someone matching Franca’s description two weeks ago.

“I’m with myself.” “Unfortunate company,” Kaelira said before she could stop herself. The woman’s mouth flicked, almost a smile. “And yet consistent.” Zevran didn’t lower his guard. “Name.” “Maris,” she said. “You don’t know me. You know what I brought.” She looked at Kaelira then, openly, a recognition passing through her face like a shadow over water. “I’ve been following your wake for three days. You leave a tidy trail.”

FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MORNING Amelia was eating breakfast with Leo when Maria came rushing in, looking flustered. “Mrs. Favino, there’s a woman here to see you,” she said. “She claims she’s Alejandro’s mother—” “Marisa?” Amelia set her coffee down, frowning. “What is she doing here?” “She’s insisting on talking to you… and she brought… Miss Guerra.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “They came together?”

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

she raised the knife threateningly at his face. “it’s on the news that she just escaped from mental hospital” someone yelled and everyone took a step back, she raised the knife ready to throw when Matias leaped on her and they both fell to the ground in the grapple, Danie was knocked out cold but she’d stabbed Matias several times. He lay in the floor bleeding and gasping for breathe. All my brothers rushed to him to try and stop the bleeding while someone called the ambulance. I was frozen to where I stood at this. I was too shocked. “Camila?” Roman yelled in my face snapping me out of it “gosh, I’m so sorry”. I didn’t know why I felt dizzy all of a second, his words were snapping me out.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

A very sly smile. "You're really going to kill that woman if I tell you? Hahaha are you sure?" asked Lilia. I nodded my head steadily. Lilia raised an eyebrow "alright. That woman is Maria," Lilia said softly, she smiled arrogantly again. I and the others are silent, digesting Lilia's words "what?" I asked for sure. Lilia burst out laughing "I told you, that woman is Maria, she is very traitor. You want to know something more interesting? Maria who killed Patricia," said Lilia

Chapter 14 *third person* “You..” “I’m Maria.” It was the girl with the sea green blue hair. She was the one who had a corner cell in the prison. “What the fuck. I was going to hit you!” Jess turned the lights on so he could see clearly. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t have hurt.” His pride, as a man, had taken a blow. A 5’11 man with a decent body and built enough biceps, can’t inflict pain on a 5’4 girl through a punch?