Mariana Enríquez Books Novels & Stories

Marissa said, her face lighting up with gratitude. "You're welcome," Paula replied with a smile of her own. * * * Marissa entered Juan's office and set a book on his desk. "What's this?" he asked, intrigued by the unexpected item. "It's going to be my ranch record book, sort of like a diary. I'll use it whenever I oversee the ranch to keep track of everything," Marissa explained, her enthusiasm shining through. "That's a great initiative. Just remember to keep me informed," Juan replied, handing the book back to her with a nod of approval.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

“With the tensity of the situation earlier, I doubt I was even breathing. I know you for such a woman of fire—you would burn everything along the way as much as you’d like.” “I know,” Mariella stated. “That’s why if ever I see that woman again, I’ll make sure she’ll be sent straight to the morgue.” Minerva just rolled her eyes, but with a smirk on her face.

Accept me, I promise to be discreet, I want you and I know you want me! I was in shock hearing Eduardo's crazy idea, and even knowing me, he thought he would do something absurd like that, even if Herinco deserves it, I'm not like him, so finally react. —Eduardo, you can only be mad if you think I'm going to match what Henrico did! Even though he deserves it, I'm not a promiscuous woman. — Stop hypocrisy Mariane, you didn't worry about me, you were going to get married and that's how you stayed with Henrico, and even after discovering your mistake, you stayed with him again and not just once, I also know about the hotel in São José dos Campos .

Secrets about her family, about her husband, and about the man who's slowly capturing her heart. Stay tuned for this wondeful ride!! As I've said before, this is about to be a rollercoaster. It's dark, it's insane, it's maddening. And if you think Mirabella's story was so emotional and heart wrenching, then you have no idea what is to come with Mariana. Here's a tip: she's not as naive as her mother. That is not to say that there's no little naivety to her, but she leans towards her wicked nonchalant side in irder to thrive in the world she finds herself in.

Mariana’s eyes glowed eerily in the dark room. “No, no of course not. I asked him to find out if Nico’s okay.” I was sure she saw through my bald-faced lie, but if she did, she said nothing. “I’m off to bed. You’d better get some rest. Tomorrow we’ll search some more through the ancient books.” Mariana said and I noticed she had the same look Nico usually gave me when he was annoyed at me, the same narrowing of the eyes and the grim, thin line of her mouth. I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Besides, Victor won’t let anything happen to me, if he valued his own life.

Not on my watch. *** The bell above the door rings again. I barely glance up at first—my brain is still half on surveillance routes and half on Emma’s braid staying intact through recess, but then Luca stiffens beside me. That’s when I look. Mariela stands just inside the bookstore, posture straight, hands clasped tightly in front of her like she’s holding herself together by force. She looks thinner than the last time I saw her. Paler. Nervous in a way I don’t associate with her. My stomach drops anyway. “Matteo,” she says softly. “Can I talk to you? Alone.” Luca’s eyes flick to mine. It’s not a warning exactly. It’s a reminder. Be careful. He doesn’t argue. Just nods once and heads toward

Mila sat opposite her, clearly annoyed, and Andrade was in his usual corner—arms crossed, face unreadable, watching everything without a word. But the man sitting beside Marisol was the one who caught my attention. He looks tall, older, mid-fifties maybe—with slick dark hair and a too-perfect smile. Marisol’s hand was resting on his knee and his hand on the small of her back. The picture looked too intimate for comfort. Marisol’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “This is Cristian Léon Marquez,” she said proudly. “Be nice now.” My chest tightened. I glanced at Andrade, waiting for a reaction, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

Diane had given Elise all the mental boosts she needed and even offered to send a physical gift to her on Elise’s behalf, as a formal invitation for a talk. Elise drew in a sharp breath as she clutched her bag tighter and walked towards Mariana who was already waiting for them while Diane followed beside her. Mariana was in a silk blouse, her nails glinting like polished glass as she idly stirred her drink. On sighting Elise, her lips curved into a mocking smile. “Well, well.” Mariana’s voice travelled through the distance. “The famous Mrs. Mendoza.” She leaned back, appraising Elise like an exhibit. “Pregnant and still playing wife. I’d almost admire the persistence, if it weren’t so… pitif

Mari asks. "Its none of your business, but do you know one?" "Yes I do, and you know him too." "Who are you talking about Mariana?" "I'm talking about my sisters friend and coworker?" "Stop playing games and just tell me." "I'm talking about Eriza Ar' Sanin but you may know him as Eric."