Novel & Cerita Maria's Sister West Side Story

"Alright, alright, best friend, I’ll give you a certificate of excellence!" Maria laughed. Tiana grinned cheekily, "Forget the certificate—just be my sister-in-law." Maria gave her a sideways glance. "If I become your sister-in-law, your carefree days will be over." "Why?" Tiana blinked her wide eyes in confusion. "Because I’d team up with your mom and start arranging blind dates for you," Maria teased. "No, please!" Tiana groaned dramatically, "I’m still young! I don’t want a boyfriend yet—don’t be so cruel!"

Anabella, understanding her sister's thoughts without her even having to speak them, moves closer to hold her sister's hand, and they stare at each other. “I will gladly give my life, Luna,” Maria says, directly staring at Ava before doing a little bow and then smiling. Ava breathes in relief before rushing to hug the twins. Anabella is more than overjoyed, while Maria just pats Ava's back awkwardly, not used to contact from anyone other than her sister, Ana. “All right, ladies, we have great work to do,” Alice says from behind them. “Are you ready?” Alice asks Ava, and she nods.

my god. "B-Baron.. Let me— I' "Maria.." Baron interrupted again. "Break up with her, Lucas. You know your worlds are different." I heard Baron suddenly say something that surprised me. "Baron! What are you talking about?!" I said in shock. I left behind him and went between the two of them. He was surprised by what I did so he stared at me. "Why Maria? Lyon is the only way I can think of—"

She muttered, her Italian accent was heavy. "No need to be afraid. I am her husband Ace Hernandez. Could you tell me where she is?" I asked, propping my arm onto the door frame. "Forgive me Mr Hernandez. She is at the Santa Maria." The lady trembled. I don't understand why she was afraid of me. I haven't done nor said a bad word to her. Or is she afraid of Alessia and what she would do to her. I grinned as I pushed off the frame. "Thank you." I turned and headed back towards the car. Ramsay entered the car and told the driver where to go. I cracked my neck. "Ramsay what's the Santa Maria?" I asked with curiosity.

My heart tightens in my chest because that definitely wasn't me. "Yeah, Mona is funny." My sister stares at me with a smile. "Well, your sister seems to have downed down on that side, maybe its the motherhood in here." Lore winks at me and i force a smile. Darien comes over and i internally sigh in relief. "Hey, has anyone seen Mariah?" "Uh, no. She must be somewhere around." "Well, it's a shame. I owed her a dance." He takes a sip of his whiskey and places the glass on a passing waiter's tray.

Then, she said shyly, "Besides, if Maisie and Ezekiel are divorced... Doesn't that mean I can marry him now?" The moment those words left her mouth, Connor clutched his chest in disbelief. "What did you just say? You want to marry Ezekiel? Your sister's husband? Are you trying to make our family a laughingstock, to have everyone point their fingers at us?" Agatha pointed a trembling finger at Rebecca, yelling at her for the first time ever. "Rebecca, have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten how you begged and promised us when you were desperate to be with Ezekiel?

- Maria Maria. The restaurant bookkeeper. Their mother's closest friend. The woman who'd held Isabella while she cried over signing the contract. The woman who'd known the entire time

Anyone not able to help exited the gazebo. “My sister Maria will be helping as well. She is a werewolf and we have made a great alliance with her pack. This enemy had kidnapped, raped, and tortured a pregnant Luna. He has to be stopped now.” Maria made her way up to stand by Francesca as Francesca made the motion for her to join her. “Thank you all for your help. We promise to be a great ally to you all.” “Maria, would you explain who we are looking for and what general area we know him to be in?”

I say casually. Antonella’s head tilts. “And… who are you going to kill?” I don’t answer. Instead, I lean back in the seat, tilt my head slightly, and hum. Then I start to sing low, under my breath, just enough for her to hear. “Oh, Maria, Maria… She remind me of a West Side Story…” Antonella stares, unsure if she should be silent or terrified. “Growing up in Spanish Harlem… She’s living the life just like a movie star…”

"Maria, you mentioned someone who could help me. What's their name?" Maria hesitated before responding, "The person who can help you is Beta Mason." A frown creased my forehead, and disappointment filled my voice. "Beta Mason? Are you sure about this, Maria? I don't know if I can trust him." Maria sighed, her expression conflicted. "Maya, he's the only one I know who might be able to assist you. You'll have to trust me on this." I bit my lip, unsure of how to proceed. "I appreciate your help, Maria, but Beta Mason is known for his shady dealings. I don't want to get involved with someone like that."