Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

I struggled to find the right words, my voice barely a whisper. "Mr. Marino, you can't take my wife away," I pleaded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Aria was not just his daughter; she was my wife, my parlife partner turned to me, his gaze piercing. "Come back for her when you are fit enough to protect the Mafia princess," he stated firmly, his words a challenge and a warning.

maria said oh the video, "My real name is Maria Dante, I am the daughter of The once famous business partner of Mr Madison, my father had three known sons who we all know, I am his oldest daughter whom he has while he was in high school, I am here to tell you all that Mr madison isnt who he says he is, he killed my father and refused to give my brothers what belonged to our late father, he also refused the fact that they began the company together, he is an evil man, all the drama in his family right now is caused because he killed Saul's baby mama hence the reason why

It is Massimo's island. As we opened the door to the convent a sister approached us. "Hello, I'm sister Renata, how can I help you?" she inquired. "Hi im Maria, these are my daughters, im a widow and it's a tragedy what's happened to me" she started, tears welling up in her eyes. I wondered how twisted my stepmother could be. "That's what's so sad Maria, my condolences," sister Renata said touching her outstretched hand for pity.

Nune’s lips curled in irritation as she muttered, “Don’t ever say that again.” Maria couldn’t help but notice the rings on each of the women’s left ring fingers. It was subtle, but it was there. They were all married to men with power, and it made her wonder just how deep their connections ran. The five women settled in, the air thick with unspoken stories. Alexei gestured for introductions. “Let’s catch Maria up,” she said, her tone light. Mafalda spoke first, her voice smooth and confident. “My name is Mafalda DeSantis, and my husband rules Port Zera.”

“I, Vincenzo Giasone Bonaccorso, Don of Cosa Nostra, would like to ask for the hand of Guendolina Prisca Watson, or rather, Guendolina Prisca Scarpinato, your daughter, in marriage,” Vince said seriously. “In addition to the union with the woman I love, it would also mark the beginning of a truce and partnership between Cosa Nostra and Camorra.”

After Dominic's deathday, today is her second happiest day alive. "Ma'am was once a maid in the villa too, and she was framed by this same Matteo" Marie said from the front. "I know" Massimo replied casually, his eyes on his phone already. He made enough research on her before signing a contract with her. And the fact that Matteo framed her... That was actually the reason for the second bullet. -- [Three Weeks Later, Visconti Estate] To celebrate the alliance with the Yakuza, Marina and Niccolo succeeded in talking Massimo to a small gathering which will be happening at the estate hall tomorrow.

I know that Maria Scheiber could not be a spy or anyone important, but still I ought to be careful. “I know Mi lord…you are an Aeternum Officer…a man of status and power….while I..I am but an old cripple noble lady…who has been forgotten by everyone….But Lord Mies..I am not here to harm you…but rather to offer myself to you…Mi Lord…please, take me as your mistress…although I am cripple….but I can still satisfy your manly needs…I can still served you in any way you wanted…all that I asked for…is your support…for me and my family to live….I know , it was ungrateful for me to asked this from my savior……but…this is my only way..to survive..”.(Maria Scheiber)

She had paint smudges along her wrist, and wore a loose white shirt rolled up to her elbows, black jeans and sneakers. “Hi, you must be the new member Ms Lucienne talked about. I'm Sofia Monroe. Welcome to the madness,” she introduced herself, the smile never leaving her face as she stretched her hand towards Isabelle. The smile instantly softened the tension Isabelle felt around her. Isabelle smiled back, relieved. “Isabelle Moretti.” “Oh my, that explains the whole men in black and gun thing. He's your husband. Don Moretti, the capo. The head of the Cosa Nostra! Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed as she pulled Isabelle in for a hug.

FAVINO PENTHOUSE – MORNING Amelia was eating breakfast with Leo when Maria came rushing in, looking flustered. “Mrs. Favino, there’s a woman here to see you,” she said. “She claims she’s Alejandro’s mother—” “Marisa?” Amelia set her coffee down, frowning. “What is she doing here?” “She’s insisting on talking to you… and she brought… Miss Guerra.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed. “They came together?”

She held back her appetite and scolded herself mentally. Just a little more pride, Maria. Food doesn't control you. "Yes, let's." Mrs. Jones agreed, her eyes still glued to the table as though she could read on it a map of a lost treasure. Clankings of silver wares and Chinas. The food showed no reduction. Maria noticed how little their appetites were and she marched it, dipping in and out of the dishes her forks as she remembered late nights of more canned beans back in Spain. Cannes beans equaled loss of appetite, maybe that was what she needed.