Novel & Cerita Maria Ressa

MARIA ALONSO – SURVIVOR – WORLD 3 ENTRY. My chest constricted. Maria. The older woman who’d bandaged Jax’s arm in World Two. Who’d shared half her ration bar with me without comment. Who’d sat at the back of the bus and told stories about the kids she’d left behind, even knowing none of us might see any of ours again. She was tough. Resourceful. Not a duelist. The crowd made a curious little noise, like predators scenting an unfamiliar prey animal. Maria’s face—lined, tired, stubbornly alive—flashed on the big screen. Her eyes went wide as she realized what her selection meant. Her hand flew to the small pendant at her throat, clinging as if it could ward off code.

A slight smile of safety appeared on her lips, but it faded away when she noticed something. She squinted her eyes. “What happened to your...” Zarina gasped, pointing at Maria’s neck. Maria stiffened and touched her neck with her fingers. “Nothing,” she replied, turning around to conceal Vector’s handprints she wasn’t aware of. Zarina was overwhelmed with guilt as she realized that people were getting hurt because of her. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks, as she ran her hands through her hair. The man who tried to save her the night she was kidnapped ended up dead, and now Maria, who tried to help her, was hurt. Zarina’s voice cracked as she spoke.

"What conclusion?" "That the only way to truly win is to stop playing by any rules at all." Marcus's expression was grave. "Your wife is pregnant, traumatized, and locked in maximum security after starting a prison riot. Whatever person she was before all this started that person's gone. What's left is something new. Something dangerous." "She's still Marissa." "Is she? Because the woman who started that riot, who broke three guards without hesitation, who accepted solitary confinement as strategy that's not a billionaire heiress anymore. That's a survivor. A predator. Maybe even a monster."

The door opened, and Tyrese entered, placing a folder on the desk. “I’ve got the background check you requested,” Tyrese said, placing the folder neatly on the desk. Mr. Creed picked up a photo of a smiling woman standing next to another woman who resembled a younger version of Madam Maria. “That’s Jessica Barlow, Madam Maria’s younger sister,” Tyrese said, watching for a reaction. Mr. Creed nodded. He picked up another photo of Jessica in a white dress. “This is her?” Mr. Creed asked. Tyrese replied, “Yes. She died in a fire 21 years ago, hours after being in critical care.”

Colourful mats were arranged on the floor. “You must be the woman who was found at the river!” Maria turned to see a young girl, sixteen years perhaps, bright-eyed and carrying a basket of wildflowers. “I'm Kelin,” she said with a smile. “I know everyone around here, and you were just different.” Maria responded with a small smile. “I suppose I am.” “Everyone has been talking about you. You're prettier than they said. Mother says it's a miracle that you survived.” “Really?”

Rima’s POV As I walked into the bustling café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled my senses. I glanced around, searching for a quiet corner to focus on my job search. I had just moved to the city two weeks ago, leaving behind a life that was no longer mine, a woman who died tragically but found her peace and got away from a miserable existence filled with pain and suffering, seeking new opportunities in this unknown place. My name is Maria…. No wait.. Sorry.. My name is Rima Karam, and this was the beginning of my journey to reinvent myself.

MARINA I stood there and didn’t know how to respond. Jason was brutally murdered for no reason, and it was because of me. “What is wrong with you!” I screamed. “Oh, sweetie. You don’t know the half of it,” she said mockingly. She stepped forward to get closer to me. “They all had to die, and now is your turn. I even killed the one person who cared about me, so I won’t let you leave here alive.” “Who?” I asked. I was curious even at a time like this. How many people had she killed so far?

The frail girl apologized as would a killer in front of the prosecution. "It's okay." She hadn't seen any pictures, and judging by the expression on the young girl's face, she wasn't sure if she should see them. Maria picked up her purchase, setting to walk back to Harry's. Pictures. They rang in her head and as hard as she fought curiosity, it got the best of her. She clicked her phone on, Jackson's name was tagged 'hottest' on the search bar and Natasha's was the second. Fear crawled under her skin like a dangerous insect, it threatened to paralyze. Still, she wiped the cold sweat that tickled with her sleeve and proceeded with the search. She clicked his name on the search bar, then she s

I screamed. I need to make a move or else I'll lose him forever. I've waited long enough. I can't be just a toy to him forever. I deserve a title. Krystina Demakis. Yes, it sounds right! I said grinning foolishly. I took my laptop and turned on. I type in Maria Alessandra De La Vega on the searched engine. There's not much of a picture of her. A few with her father and her mom. Her mom is breathtakingly beautiful. A famous model on her time, beauty, and brain.

“You are all obsessed with g****e nowadays. If you get time, g****e Carolina Mendoza. You’ll know why you need to stay away. Now, go.” Sighing, I turned away from the woman while I went back to my friends. “Who was asking for you?” “Some woman. Said her name was Carolina Mendoza.” Maria and Olivia gasped at the same time. “Oh my goodness,” Maria exclaimed. “What did you do?” “Nothing. Why would you think that?” “Carolina Mendoza is the drug queen of Miami. She has killed a lot of people and is one of the most wanted criminals in the world right now. If you got her attention, it can’t be good. What did she want?”