Mariana Enríquez Books Novels & Stories

She couldn't believe that she just said that. “There is no other side because no man has the right to touch his woman no matter the circumstances. It wasn't just a one-time thing but became frequent like it was something normal” said Ma'am Anny with her eyes still dilated. “You're right,” Marian said and faked a smile. “Of course I am, don't–– ask me any more questions” Ma'am Anny shunned her and continued with her work. Marian left the kitchen and went to her room, she brought out her phone and went on G****e. She began searching for 'George Martins'.

Maria felt a snake and went out to look in the trash to see if the maid had thrown away the extension. "Aah! It's annoying! Son, why did you cut it off later! I don't even know if he's married!" Maria was so pissed that she just fell on the floor. He got restless and took the full name of the book to look it up on the internet. "Why sold out! You're so good Victor!" Maria is angry because there is no electronic book copy. He also couldn't find a seller in the Philippines because it was by order from another country. Maria was so pissed off, she took the email of the publishing house.

She missed Marcus, who made shouting at her a daily routine when she used to crash into his home every morning to borrow his library; all so that she could learn more about magic… 'Wait, why do I only remember the bad stuffs? Now that Mariana'd thought of it, she now wondered how her constant tomfoolery, for some reason, never worked against Ignis. She was sure she never failed to annoy someone (even if she wasn't aware of what she was doing), but with Ignis, it just didn't work. This was confusing Mariana so much, she didn't even know how would she react about it. Would she be happy or not? The thought only tired her. Suddenly, Mariana's stomach grumbled, a reminder that she hadn't eaten ye

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

She rummaged through the compartment where the grimoires were stored until she located a book that may have the answers she was seeking. “Probably this has that context.” She took out a book titled, ‘The Witches’ Glossary of Verboten Sorcery.’ Silvia spun through the pages until she locate a chapter that looked like it had what she was after. She set herself in a more comfortable position where she could peruse the pages. The flat surface of the pouch acted as a stand for the grimoire to rest on. “This line right here explains something.” Silvia read a paragraph that had some information about the treasures of Immortalis but not in complete detail. She glanced at the bottom of the page where

She knelt despite the rain and touched Liora’s face. “I wanted you far from these names.” Mara’s voice hardened. “Then why come back?” Marianne looked up slowly. “Because Elena wrote to me before she died.” Naomi inhaled sharply. Another letter. Another hidden thread. Marcus demanded: “Where is that letter?” Marianne answered: “Burned.” Lucian gave a cold smile. “Convenient.” Marianne met his gaze directly. “No. Necessary.” Then Dahlia suddenly gripped Adrian again.

The woman gave me a warm smile and said, "My name is Mariana. Beta Ronan instructed me to take excellent care of you." Was I at Nicholas' pack? Or in one of his hotels? I shook the thought to the side—Mariana seemed harmless enough. I slowly nodded my head, and she pushed the door open. "I brought you some food," she continued and gestured to a young girl, around 17, with short blond hair, to push a trolley inside. She didn't make eye contact. She seemed shy. "This is Amelia, my granddaughter," Mariana stated. "She will be assisting me wherever I need her."

The voice seems struggling as if it was suffering from pain. . . . . . . . "Mari.... Ma-mari.... hmmm...." "What did he say? is doctor Enriquez on his way? why is he taking so long? Do you really called him?" Marisol almost went in frantic while wiping the delirious man on the bed continuously.

He couldn't possibly be in the mafia, Sophia thought, but she quickly realized she was wrong when Elena squeezed her hands even tighter than she had done for other members of the mafia. “Mr. Fernandez, I am glad you came,” Elena said, her confidence reducing a bit as she never invited him. “You know why I came, Elena. Your daughter Mariana is back in Valencia from her supposed business training, and she is twenty-four years old, of ripe age. It is time for you to honor your contract,” he said with a warm, kind smile. “You are right, Don.” Elena nodded immediately. “Wait, what contract?” Sophia could not contain her curiosity, and Mr. Fernandez looked at her with a smile and raised brows.

I nodded at what he said and he pulled me closer to him. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and snuggled closer into his touch. It was always calming me down. I loved it. “Sometimes, at night I still think of her,” I said after a long moment of silence. I heard his heart skip a beat. “Me too,” his voice was quiet. “I imagine her running up and down in the pack house, causing chaos everywhere,” he said and I chuckled. Even as a little baby, Mariana was very chaotic. If she didn’t get what she wanted, she would cry and cry until it came to her. She had Vincenzo wrapped around her tiny finger and there was nothing anyone could do about it.