Mariska Hargitay Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“If her husband decides to knock you out, I won’t even bat an eye.” “Saint Vittori, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Santiago,” I said and shook his hand. “Call me Miguel, please, we’re practically family.” He greeted Kaelis as well, a bit more reserved. “How is your lovely aunt?” “Still happily married to the Russian,” I said. “Such a pity,” Miguel said. A beautiful woman walked toward us, her smile genuine and warm. She had laugh lines around her eyes, but it didn't take anything away from her looks. “Welcome. I’m Marisol Santiago.”

The invisible ones. The ones who knew the truth. “I need someone who’ll talk,” she said. “Someone who’s not scared of Angela, or the ministry, or what it’ll cost.” Nina didn’t move. “That’s no one. Not anymore.” “Not no one,” Anaïs murmured. “Just almost.” She ran her finger down the list. Stopped on a name. “Zahara.” Maris sat up. “She’s still alive?” “Last I heard. She went underground after testifying against that military contractor. They burned her reputation, ruined her marriage—but she never changed her story.”

Marisol's twin. "What right do you have to judge my character just because of one night's mistake?! It's not because I grew up under the power of the Colemans and Aryah and I came from the Orphanage that's the kind of people we are! You're wrong!" Harah shouted angrily. Because of her shouting, Marisol and Marites approach her. Harah received a strong slap from Marisol and Marites pulled her hair. Harah tried to fight them but she couldn't do anything. She was just beaten by an opponent. Harah looked at her sister but Aryah didn't seem to see anything and approached her fiancee, Jack.

I tell him my deepest, darkest secret. "I am-" He speaks but I cut him off, my voice weary I say, "You are amazing, Ethan. If you were a girl, I would go crazy for you. Hell, I am crazy for you right now. I FUCKING HATE RITA. Sh-she is trying to steal you from me. I can't see this. I can't. Ethan, listen. I am a mess. Only you can save me, baby." My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey.

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

Sienna had filled the space with white flowers and soft lights, while photos of the families we’d supported played across the big screen. The security stood at every door. We all knew Walsh would show up. I could feel it. Patricia caught my eye near the stage and gave a single firm nod. Sophie introduced Maria first, two kids. She escaped her husband’s fists. We had paid her first month’s rent. “I thought my life was over,” Maria said, voice cracking. “Then the Hart Foundation gave me hope. Not just money, hope.” The applause hit hard. Lisa and Keisha followed. Each story carved me open. By the time I reached the podium, tears were already slipping down my cheeks.

" Once Harvey heard the voice, he finally recognized who the crazy woman was. She was one of the members of the Summer Isles Martial Arts Alliance who came back—the only survivor from the Arcadia Garden massacre. Liza Parker. However, Liza was once prideful, somewhat graceful, and exuding a murderous aura. The liquid that she injected herself with made her even more furious. Harvey could even see all the blood vessels on her arms and face bulging. It was quite a terrifying scene! Looking at how murderous she had become, Harvey sighed and said, "What is it, Liza? If I remember correctly, there's no such grudge between us. Firstly, you tried to run over me. Then, you wanted to kill me. Can I a

Marisa tried to put her calm down “This is exactly what I hate about news, you know?” she said, but smiling wryly at her, continued walking. Marisa took a step beside her, half of her attention back on her smartphone. "I know. If it makes you feel better I'm blacklisting Lane Harris. She's a bitch!" Marisa nodded allowing Jane to go to her waiting room, and Jane was quite happy because whatever happened from her side Marisa also understood.

“Our parents wouldn’t approve.” Marisa was the one to respond. “Izzy, you’re eighteen. Uncle Carmine shouldn’t be telling you who you can and can’t see or speak to.” She lifted her chin. “As soon as I’m eighteen, I’m leaving this city.” “And going where?” Noemi asked. She shrugged. “Anywhere but here in this testosterone-dominated world.” “So you’re leaving the planet?” I asked. “Is NASA taking candidates with a high school diploma?” Marisa nudged my arm before we all began walking toward the dining room. On the long table was a big cake that read Happy 1st birthday, Ariadna Gia. Based on the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen, we’d have more to eat than cake.