Mariska Hargitay Novels & Stories

she looks at me not saying any the waiter comes taking our drink order ,I order whiskey she orders cranberry juice. "I understand I might have come on harder on you Mr Parker the last thing I want is to ruin your marriage and my relationship with your daughter as you said it's never going to happen again" for some reason that doesn't sit right with me her not wanting me again ,her not touching me fuck what is wrong with me.

merrissa chipped in and Nicki signed. " thanks to you all, and I will really miss you guys" Nicki said and hugged them. " I will miss you fairy" merrissa said " I will miss you mermaid" Naina said also " and I will also miss you my bestie and my roomie, the only gangster in LSH" silver said dramatically and Nicki slapped her arm. " ouch!! that hurt you know" silver pouted and they all laughed......

She shook her head, "I appreciate it, Alpha. I really do. But after my mate passed away, I became consumed by grief. I found the only way to cope was to stay on the move, never let it catch up with me. And since then, I vowed to never stay in one place for long." Leo nodded and gave a small smile, "Well, the offer will always be there. And please, you don't need to call me Alpha. I'm like your son-in-law now, right?" She smiled and nodded. "So anyway," Luca began, "Mara. How does it feel to be a saint?" "Luca!" I exclaimed as he sat down, possibly too close to her considering this was the first time they'd met. "I want to get to know the woman who brought my best friend into the world," he s

“You’re saying all of this… is you?” “Yes,” I said, voice firmer now. “It’s me. I’m not just Isabella who lost her marriage. I’m not just the woman Kiara thinks she can shatter. I am Marisol Abram. Someone tried to erase me, but I survived. And now I’m remembering.” The truth filled the room like the storm I had felt gathering for days. Mia’s eyes glistened with worry, but there was something else too—pride, fierce and protective.

Her son was the most cherished entity in her life, and the prospect of witnessing him endure permanent paralysis was an agonizing thought that weighed heavily on her heart. As she remained seated, Marisa harbored a quiet and profound hope that a client would indeed choose her on the hook-up site. It was worth noting that she had mixed feelings about engaging in this type of endeavor, far from being a wholehearted advocate for such encounters. Nevertheless, she had reluctantly agreed to partake in it, solely motivated by the desperate need to secure her son's well-being.

He greets her casually, never letting go of my hand. “Hello, Maritza! Nice to see you again. Let me introduce you to my wife, Lilibeth Domínguez, soon to be Carluccio.” He then turns to me: “And she is Miss Maritza Salvatore, the daughter of one of my partners.” I do not smile at all, as I dislike hypocrisy, especially from this arrogant woman. She only responds with a vague hello, and we move on, but I can feel her eyes on us the entire time.

"Her fiance keeps ditching her for another woman." "Does her fiance even love her?" "To be left at the altar that many times and still cling on… She just has no pride." A lump formed in my throat, and I could barely hold back my tears. I clenched my hands tightly, pretending I hadn't heard a word. Just then, my phone vibrated with a message. "Ms. Marino, this is Kyle Rossi, Head of the International Medical Organization. We are convening the International Medical Summit and launching a global relief effort. We would like to invite you to join us. We look forward to your reply."

I stared at a framed poster on the wall that said: DISCRETION. RELIABILITY. PROFESSIONALISM. Which was a dramatic way to describe cleaning, but okay. A door opened. “Quinn Parker?” a voice called. I looked up. A woman stepped out holding a clipboard. She wore a soft gray sweater and had kind eyes that made her look like she’d tell you the truth even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “That’s me,” I said, standing quickly. “I’m Marisol,” she said, smiling. “Come on back.”

"And I'm so proud to see you finally took that jump and did it. You have your own fucking show, Marisol! That's big." "It's not that great yet but, baby steps. Hopefully, today's guest appearances will spike the viewing numbers and bring in the dough." "I'll make it worth the while. Anything for you," he says, tightening his hold on my hand, but not in a way that's uncomfortable. "Marisol, I'd like you to meet Marelyn. Marelyn, meet Marisol Escarra. She was my mentor when I started working in the film industry. Practically made me who I am today."