Mariah Yeater Novels & Stories

I added. Matt let out a sharp laugh just as the door opened, and Mariam, his personal assistant, walked in carrying a silver tray with two steaming mugs. Mariam was a married woman in her late forties, and she had been working for Matt’s father long before Matt took over. She was the only person in this building who wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, Matt’s father had specifically kept her on because Matt had a habit of trying to sleep with every young secretary he hired.

“I don’t know what happened, please forgive me!” “No worries.” Mariah said calmly. “It happens.” She was short, standing about 5 foot tall, and her shoulder length hair was dyed a deep red and pulled back to the nape of her neck. Beside her was a taller man, about 5 foot 9 but he was bulky, his shoulders were broad, and his arms were crossed. His hair was cut in a buzz, giving him a more intimidating demeanor. “This is Brian, by the way. He is coming with us for extra protection.”

I instruct him before Owen guts him with the kitchen knife he has been staring at for the past 2 minutes. “I will get Kyla to make you something to eat. Your piggy relative has vacuumed everything ,” Mariah says with a scowl as I take a sit next to Wesley. It’s her polite way of getting away because she also can’t stand Wesley. She is the most patient and kindest woman I know but Wesley has a way of getting to people’s nerves. “Thanks Riah” “Tell her to add more eggs, will you?” Wesley shouts behind Mariah who does not respond, but knowing her, she will not do any of that.

Maria raised her hand, interrupting me before I could speak, which only made me more annoyed. I glared at her fiercely, but she remained unfazed, continuing her monologue. "No matter how many wonderful memories Louis and I shared in the past, it's now history. I am now Prince Liam's wife and Prince Chris's mother. I am not as ruthless as Evans, thinking it's normal to force a woman to marry her deceased husband's brother. Such unethical behavior will surely be punished by the Moon Goddess." Perhaps it was mentioning her son Chris that made Maria's tone genuinely sincere at this moment.

Mariah is shocked to hear what Adam just said. She can’t process anything. Why are they letting her go when she witnessed Adam shooting Keith on his leg? Why are they letting her go when they know that she can contact police after she’s out of here? All these questions flood Mariah’s head.

Amy smiled sweetly at him, only glad she was a hundred dollars richer, no regrets. "You guys are unbelievable," Yandel sighed, staring at both of them. Ricky was sulking a bit, staring back at his boyfriend who seemed to be very involved with the woman with very light pink hair with little traces of silver in it, who happened to be Azariah's equally wild sister Mariah. She was making wild hand gestures while talking but all Ricky was worried about was that she didn't put those freakishly long glass nails she had on her fingers in his boyfriend's eyes because he needed him to see his beautiful self everyday.

Diego chuckled lightly. “you’re never going to let me live that down” I huffed and if I had the strength id roll my eyes for effect. “I’m sure your fully informed of what Maria had to do to survive. Maybe some anti- depressants and sleeping pills may help her?” Diego questioned all humour gone.

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

I sneer thinking about my father. Mariah is a hybrid more specifically part wolf and witch, she was a part of one of the biggest witch covens in the US and a part of Brad's pack. She is one of the six people that know about how much of a piece of shit Alesso Ezio Devirolli is. My father.

Blood seeps from his mouth, and he gurgles to try talk. I could hear more footsteps as the pack catches up with me. Before I could register, a hand was on my shoulder. I turn, a low growl bubbling from my gut. But it was Jeremy, one of my pack members. He pulls my away from Dyl and Isiah takes my place. Holding the boy up from the floor. Jeremy grabs my sides. He's yelling I realise, his voice muffled against the pounding of my own heart. "Where is she?" He screams, I hear it. It snaps me back. I push off him, searching the fog. Brian is there, slumped between two boys who are struggling to keep him upright. His head hangs into the side. Completely unconscious.