Maria The Hedgehog Novels & Stories

That was literally all Amberleigh had learned in the four days she’d been there, and that was only because she didn’t wear a wedding band and had used a lint roller to brush off the cat hair from her uniform when she arrived in the mornings. Maria was the youngest in the group, in her late forties, had only wisps of grey in her black hair, and was the most approachable and chatty. She had a husband Emanuel who worked at a pizza joint in The Fringe, and two children, Emilio and Emilia. Emilio wanted to be a doctor, and Emilia wanted to be a princess. It was the most carefree and animated Maria got when she talked about her family. But even Maria nearly had a heart attack when Amberleigh grab

“This smells like a trap. We don’t know where she’s been.” Maria answered before Aria could. “I’ve been in the south. Running. Hiding. Killing who needed to be killed.” She looked at Aria. “But always for you.” Aria studied her. Then nodded to Matteo. “Strip her down. Check for wires. Check her blood.” Maria didn’t move. “Do it,” she said. “And when you’re done, we talk. Because I didn’t just come back with names. I came back with a list of every Umbra-adjacent vault Luciana’s trying to breach. And a new name.”

The party continued with unending introductions, unwanted compliments, unreal smiles, and business talks. From afar, Harold watched everyone. He has the Yaru stone so no one can notice his presence. Harold is sitting on the branch of a tree, and he finished the pizza by himself. How can he finished eight slices all by himself? A beast is a beast, indeed. “This is tiring. I need to stretch.” He was about to remove his wireless earphones so he could go for a quick exercise but... "So that girl is Alpha Brett’s girlfriend and she’s from Cadieux family?"

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Chapter 11 Maria walked around the kitchen counter with a smirk. She had it all planned out, and the silly idea she was would come to play. It wasn't her fault that she served him the wrong kind of coffee, she didn't know what he liked. She was going to have her revenge on him. She brewed another coffee while searching for black pepper. Her aim was to make sure that Adrian didn't mess with her next time. "Gotcha!" She exclaimed when she saw the transparent container that held the pepper.

"Thank you." "No problem. Come back quickly or you'll get hurt again. " That Maria took a slow look around, then grabbed her skirt and dashed away, disappearing in an instant behind the hazy fog. Lizzie didn't pause, quickly grabbing the pile of items and closing the magic gate. The sharp pain subsided and then vanished as soon as the green hexagon transformed into a strip of light that entered her heart.

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?” “Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters” “She sounds like a slave?” “She's supposed to be “Is that how Italians like it?” “That's how mobs like it” “Tell me about it” “Maria doesn't exist, she's invisible” “I get the concept” “Happy we're on the same page. Now back to our target. The aim is to get as much info as we can get. You're going to have tiny speakers interlaced in your hair”

He leaned against the wall in anticipation of a reaction, his eyes focused enough to prick her skin. Maria crouched next to the package, slowly lifting the already torn tip. She shrieked when it's content came to light. "Que m****a!" She took countless steps back, her eyes jotting back to Jackson who, for a brief second, had a snicker escape his mouth. He was angry just a second ago and somehow he found the guts to laugh? Maria had never seen anything like it, unless in biology and it was never this up close. How on earth did something think it through to send to another living being a package as horrendous as this?

While growing up Maria's mother had been the greatest herbal woman in the pack , this was like an ancestral gifts in which members of the family learnt different types of herbs which they used in curing various sicknesses. Maria had given the mean a concoction which would inflict small poxes on the body of all the Rogues in the pack which consumed the water. So on that fourth day the packs were already experiencing some itching on their bodies. Maria had told the women that once they got to the Packs of the Rogues ,they were to lie low until the next day, when the pox would be visible to their skins. The women got to the various packs they were appointed to , they noticed the Rogues complain