Maria's Sister West Side Story の小説・ストーリー

Even the man had a smile on his gorgeous face. “Hey, I'm Liliana, that's my brother Antonio. Alvize is our cousin.”That explained the unreal genes. “We're late.” Alvize clipped, cutting our introductions short, then he took off inside. Liliana rolled her eyes, shooting me a look. I smiled, understanding the feeling. A few hours later, I was officially Mrs. Maria Giovanni and if I couldn't believe it, the gold wedding band on my finger was proof enough for me.

Rule Three: Leonardo dies when I say so. Maria’s jaw tightened. She typed back with steady fingers. MARIA: My rules. Rule One: My sister is untouchable. Rule Two: Elias goes where I go. Rule Three: Leonardo answers to me before he dies. Three dots appeared. Paused. Then: SPECTER: Negotiating already. Impressive. A location ping followed coordinates deep in the mountains. SPECTER: Come alone. I’ll return your sister as proof of good faith. Maria’s heart stuttered.

Tania turned her head to Conchita and lifted her eyebrows as if to say, C’mon, make up your mind. “I need to talk to my sister first.” She stood and made her way across the floor to where Maria was in deep conversation with her guy. “He wants to go out with me, and I don’t know what to do.” Maria let go of the man’s hands and turned to her. “What's the problem, just say yes? He will take you out for dinner or something, you talk, you hold hands, maybe kiss, and then you go home to aunt Pocha.” Conchita played with the hem of her dress and looked down on the floor. “I don’t know. He is so old, and maybe he wants to do more than just hold hands?”

Maria teased her. “It’s all because he’s married to my sister. If he hadn’t married her, how could he have adopted me? Maria, do you think I made the right decision?” Tabitha looked at Blake sitting on his throne and the family members kneeling before him. “I feel that we are worlds apart but yet very close.”

His gaze dropped for a second. To my lips. Then back to my eyes. Slow. Intentional. And that small, almost meaningless action.. Didn’t feel meaningless at all. My heart started racing again. Faster. Louder. Like it was trying to warn me. Or betray me. I couldn’t tell anymore. “You’re engaged,” I reminded him. “I know.” “You’re with my sister.” “I know.” “Then act like it.” “At least, respect her” For the first time… Something in his expression shifted.

It is four-thirty in the morning. She will be on shift. Do you have a cousin named Lucia in Albuquerque? I text. Her response comes in two minutes. Maria, she says. Her name is Maria. She married a construction worker three years ago. I went to the wedding. Why? I look at the text. I look at the window. I think about what to say. Then I text: Her husband just built the gathering place at Mira Seca. A very long pause. Then Diane: What. And their daughter, I text. Seven years old. Her teacher is Cora Runningwater, who carries the eighth.

My daughter exclamed Mr Adam After Mrs Adam saw the expression on her husband’s face she quickly voiced out saying that won’t be a problem at all we will talk to our daughter and get back to you. Alright nice we will be waiting for your response said the Smith. And the Adams left the smith’s mansion Recent Day… Maya could hear her stepsister Mira yelling on top of her voice saying she won’t marry a man she has never seen her entire life not even on social media or tv, saying haven’t they heard about the rumors people said he looks like a monster I will never marry him dad and that’s on Period

It was the one thing in this entire world that had always belonged to me too. ‘Just a little longer,’ I told myself as another name was called. The girl beside me; Maria, third daughter of one of the Elder families, gasped when she heard her own name and practically flew across the grounds toward a sandy-haired wolf who had gone completely still the moment she moved. There seemed to be a sudden change in the atmosphere the second they locked eyes together and the air felt charged. They looked like soulmates who had just found themselves and were adamant on never letting each other go.

"You hit me?" I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again. Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist. Lillian's face was cold and tense. "Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?" I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about to explain myself–when Liam suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me.