Maria Ressa Novels & Stories

she said, wringing her hands nervously. “Yeah, I can understand. Everything is important apart from me,” he sulked like a child. “You’re wrong, Marcus. Yesterday, Lucas rescued Adam and Vera but Liam and Marianne are still missing. There’s no news of their whereabouts. I fainted last night from the shock and Lucas gave me a sedative and put me to bed. Marianne is just a baby. She can’t survive Frederick’s torture,” cried Cara, as big fat tears fell from her eyes. Marcus looked at her with confusion.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Do I have egg on my face?” laughter hinted in the tone of the woman’s voice. “Oh, I am so sorry. You just looked familiar and I was trying to place you.” Arabella replied, red in the face. “My name is Arabella Brennan. Are you waiting on flight 151 too? It seems to be running late.” She laughed out loud. “Please to meet you. I am Maria Rossi. Yes, I am waiting on flight 151, a close friend of mine is on that flight.”

Liam If there were ever an award for resilience—for quiet strength wrapped in warmth and steel—it would belong to Maria Moretti. Not just woman of the year. Woman of the decade… the millennium. For two days, she carried me. Not in some grand, dramatic way—but in all the ways that mattered.

“But we can start in our own territory. If it works here, we carry it to the council in the capital and shove it down everyone else’s throat with laws and teeth.” Nyra grunted in what might have been approval. Kael nodded toward a small cluster of benches near the center. “Omegas,” he said. “Those who volunteered to speak.” Silence crept in. Then, a young woman Aria had seen in the kitchens many times—dark hair braided tight, hands always busy with ladles or knives—stood up. She smoothed her worn skirt once. Lifted her chin. “My name is Ressa,” she said. “Omega of Blackthorn kitchen staff.”

The thumbnail froze on Isabelle’s friend, Maria Mendez’s face, her perfect smile, her manicured composure, eyes sharp with calculated fragility. She was seated under studio lights, speaking to a reporter. The caption below read: “Maria Mendez Speaks Out – The Truth About Damien Rothchild.” My jaw tightened as I pressed play. Her voice filled the room, smooth, honeyed, dangerous. Whatever peace I’d found in Elena’s laughter shattered in an instant.

“I know what you’re talking about. We made that transaction just a day before their demise. Her parents were funding a project that helped rescue some women that got trafficked, and I was kinda like the middleman. It cost a lot of money, and Fiore didn’t agree with their decision.” “He didn’t?” Paul nodded, looking up at the moon. “He didn’t. He called it a pointless waste of money, but Matteo and Fiona refused to listen to him. They continued. That money that you children saw was used to help a hundred girls that got taken from Venezuela. We had to locate them and return them back home. That was supposed to be their last project, but Fiore whined. He wanted the money to be used for the ‘bet

Maria immediately squinted at him. “You got her pregnant again? Good for you.” Valduz nearly choked. “Mom.” Maria smacked his arm. “Maria,” Freddy sighed. “No,” Valduz groaned. “And if that happens again, I’ll be more careful.” He paused. “I want her marked first.” Freddy gave an approving nod. “Good. Now talk.” Valduz took a slow breath. “Her mother is Anastasia Rizen.” The room went silent. Maria stopped smiling.

she scrunches her face. "Maria Wilson Elizabeth, 1990, 30 years old born on March 5. An only child, Grew up in South Hampshire, had car accidents with parents at age 10, raped at 11, became an assassin at 11, always disguising like a superhero and has killed seventeen notable people, " "How the fuck did you get to know all these about me?" She asked with outright shock. "I know how to play my game well, young lady," He replied surly.

"You evil bitch! You are just like your mother and your friend. You all deserve to die!" Maria's body stiffen as she faced the wrathful looks of the villagers. She shoved Serra behind her, as if like covering her from the predatory faces of the villagers. She was panting, catching every breath like she was running in a distance. "We did not cause this" Maria said in a low voice, almost like a whisper. Serra can't read her mother's tone for the first time. There was mix of fear, horror, and anger in her voice. "We didn't want this happen"

I could see Ethan's brow furrowing deeply, as if silently praying for a different outcome. Maria stepped forward, her expression grave and her tone heavy with concern. "Lisa, resurrection is an extremely dangerous undertaking. You mustn't act impulsively. It’s not just a ritual; it comes with a tremendous cost." Her voice was filled with urgency and a pleading edge, clearly reluctant to see Lisa sacrifice so much out of sheer determination. Maria's gaze was fixed on Lisa's face, searching for any hint of hesitation in her resolute eyes. Yet, Lisa merely met her with a cold, unwavering stare, showing no sign of changing her mind.