Mariah Yeater Novels & Stories

Any moment from now , Zeke or Mariah would come in to nag her . She couldn't finish the thought when the sound of the door creaking open came to her ears . Speak of the devil Mariah's head popped from somewhere I'm between the door . She looked bubbly and ready to go with the day in her crop top with jacket and her tight pants . Her hair was tied into a lazy bun that sat atop her head. Dangling earring and a pair of black sneakers that looked so cool . She definitely isn't going to work today . "Are you done accessing me miss?? Now get your ass up and get ready . We're moving in fifteen minutes . No you can take thirty minutes but no more than that . " She winked and closed the door gently b

“I’m Mary Watson-Lee, a friend of Manager Kim.” “Hi, I’m the singer hired for Manager Kim’s wedding and my name is… Iris Park. Nice to meet you, Ms. Mary.”

“I can't do that.” “Then no one will ever take you seriously.” Ryan scoffed, then held up her face with his fingers, “Don't forget that I'll always be here for you. Always.” Mendoza nodded with a smile, “I won't.” In one of the residential buildings in the Council, Ethan sat impatiently watching Mariah take her time to slurp down the sumptuous meal she requested as soon as she stepped into his house. “It might seem like I am delaying, but I really do need strength to say what I have in mind. Please be patient with me.” Mariah said, wiping off the stain on her lips.

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

he instructed. Moments later, a tall woman with sharp features entered the room. She exuded an air of authority that made Yvonne straighten in her seat. "You must be Yvonne," Mariah said, her tone cool and assessing. "I'm Mariah, Mr. Chris's personal assistant. Welcome aboard." "Thank you," Yvonne replied, offering a polite smile. She couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by Mariah's presence. "Yvonne will be assisting me with some of the administrative tasks," Chris explained, casting a quick glance at Yvonne.

Maria said with a disgusting face. "I never thought my little brother got taste for poor things, he even leave that sexy Elena for her..mom, do you have a photo of her because Damien really do a great job hiding her from the net." Theo said as he tisk his tongue. "Yea. I think I have it here." Maria brought her phone, she open her gallery and brought out Arrya photo Amaya took at the Manson gala as she gave it to Theo. “Wow. mom, she's beautiful, even if I'm Damien I will be licking her feet. look at the blue eyes, sexy lips.."Theo said chuckling as he scroll and he saw Arrya photo Amaya took at MJ wedding.

CHARACTERIZATION: 1. MARIAH THORNE: She is 26 years old with light brown hair and deep blue eyes. She stands at 5’7” with a slim but slightly curvy build. She is smart and composed, but she hides her manipulative side perfectly.

“Hello baby Yntreia!” “You can also talk to her with your psyche if you don’t want anybody to hear. Just concentrate in entering her mind and relay your message.” She looked to the baby again and concentrated. The baby smiled. “Sorry but you are not doing it correctly.” Yntreia said. The task made Ellaine weak. Her head ache so much by the effort. “This is harder than I thought.” “I see you didn’t do well but it’s just your first try.” Margarette assured her. “Practice doing that and in time, you’ll make it.”

Michael "Open this goddamn door, Elena!" Fabian shouted as he continues to knock on the door. I let out a deep breath as I waited for Maadox or Elena to open the door. "Fuck! Don't tell me that conniving witch is working again right now. Is she trying to make their room soundproof now?" Fabian asked me and he looks so frustrated as if his life right now depends on Elena. I just shrug my shoulder at him and I always tried to be calm as possible every time Fabian calls our mother a conniving witch. I know that he has a rough past with our mother but the mother that I grow up with is loving and caring so I can't help but somehow feel annoyed that Fabian is calling our mother names that I don't