Marie Sanchez Novels & Stories

I also got a box of strawberries and whipped cream since I really like them. I was about to run upstairs when I saw Maria, the daughter of Mirranda. In other words my step sister a.k.a Satan’s Mistress. Tch. ‘Oh my sister. I really appreciate you getting me some strawberries.’ She said and was about to grab the box of strawberries in my hand. I raised my eyebrows and slapped her hands away. It was a light slap but she suddenly fell on the floor and started to cry. ‘Huhu sister! I was just asking if I could have some but you… huhu!’

She clenched her fists while gritting her teeth. This man was born to be her enemy, not a mate! Who says having a mate was romantic?! Damn. Which part of him is gentle and which move he has that can be called charming? Everything about him is pure torture! "I swear, Mraz. I'll do everything to get away from you! Even if I win or lose in this battle, I won't let you torment me to death! There will be a time that I will avenge myself and make you choke the debt you must pay! Fucking remember this!" she yelled before striding away, leaving Alpha Mraz standing in his spot, bewildered by her declaration.

Marie stood outside the Winters Architecture massive twenty storey office building. She was sandwiched among a crowd of spectators wondering what the commotion was all about. In retrospect, Marie had come to see Jane, well, ask her for money was more like it. She had unfortunately used up most of her one million funds by then and was hoping to ask for more. After all, her stepdaughter was now the darling wife of Daniel Winters. THE Daniel Winters of Winters Architecture. She pressed her hands to her cheeks to suppress a giggle. This was all too good to be true.

grandpa chided while Miguel walked up to me and held my hands. I smiled at him. "So how do we get the transfer papers and get her to sign them?" Miguel asked me "We'll have to think of something" Grandpa said lost in thoughts. "I've got an idea" I half yelled and they turned to look at me with quizzical faces. "What is it?" "Maria Sanchez is a famous designer right?" I asked Miguel "yes she is, she owns over twenty fashion houses in different countries and she is currently holding an award for the best fashion designer of the year" Miguel explained "But why?"

I would love to join! "That’s great! I am expecting to see you tonight," the woman told her. "Sure! I will come," Marie smiled and turned around, planning to go back to her room. "Wait, hija. May I know your name?" Marie smiles at her and says, "My name is Marie Castillo," and extends her hand to her, waiting for her hand to reach hers. "My name is Gwenn—" "Madame, your husband has been looking for you," Gwenn's statement was cut when one of her staff arrived and informed her.

“Not yet, Isabelle. There is something we must do first.” Suddenly the chanting starts and the whole situation scares Isabelle even more. She is in the middle of some kind of satanic ceremony. She should have known from the blood on her forehead but, up until now, the thought hasn’t even crossed her mind. The talk of sacrifice didn’t even lead her to this conclusion.

Diego whistled. "I am dating your sister" I cut him off looking at him like he was crazy. A knock sounded throughout the room earning all our heads to turn in the direction of the door. "That's everything, Wait for my update" Lorenzo finished as The door opened and in walked María. She was wearing white jeans and a dark Green long sleeve crop top. She looks beautiful as always. I swiftly stood to my feet, My eyes glued to her as she slowly but cautiously entered the room. "Baby sis got him whipped, did you see how fast man's moved then?" Diego laughed, Lorenzo and Marcel Chuckling along at his remark.

Isn’t this cheating? “I remember that woman.” How could I not? She was the one who dropped the bomb on me. “Everything fell apart when I became sick. Every time we went to see doctors, they would only treat me if I could pay a huge amount of bills. Westley married me to save the cabin because I would rather take the cabin to the ground rather than to give it to my relatives who treated me like a rug. Marriage was her idea, and she promised me to keep the cabin if something bad would happen to me. And she thought she would put my name as her beneficiary in her insurance.”

Daniella sniffled and dug her face out of Sensi's chest, where she'd buried it to say, “Okay, Uncle Sensi..” “What's with the 'get something to eat’, huh? Your meal is here, too,” Marie said. “Um.. Thanks, Marie, but.. I really can't spare the time.. I have stuff to take care of, and I'll probably eat something along the way as I work..” Sensi replied. “I took time to prepare this, Sensi, this isn't fair,” Marie said, obviously dissatisfied. “I'm sorry, Marie, and you know you're the best chef in Los Angeles, but.. It's a matter of time.. I really can't spare any time.. I'm sorry.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."