Mariska Hargitay Novels & Stories

His eyes sparkled as he teased me. "Miss Universe? Who's that?" I asked with a frown. "Who else? The one with Miss Universe beauty, bro! That body, that poise—even if she’s super simple, you’d go oh-my-damn just seeing her. Marinel Gomez Magtalas, bro!" he said, grinning like an idiot. What the— I smacked him. "You jerk! Try adding Nel to your list and I’ll hang you upside down!" I warned him and stood up.

But peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford. A new headline dropped on her phone at 2 AM. Marissa Hart to Launch Secret Revival of Vale with “Anonymous Muse.” Zara sat up so fast, she nearly dislocated her shoulder. Because the woman in the photo next to Marissa? Was her mother. A ghost Zara thought she’d buried long ago.

I smiled, a real, genuine smile. "Tell him Mrs. Moretti says that hatred is a poison. And she refuses to drink it for a man who no longer matters." Jude looked at me, a little surprised. "Really?" I stood on my toes and kissed the faint scar above his eye. "Because hate takes energy," I whispered. "And I'm saving all of mine for you." On the TV screen, a replay of my acceptance speech was airing. Far away, in a New York care facility. Marco watched the radiant woman on the screen, smiling and happy—the treasure he once had and personally destroyed.

And if Lorraine Vergara is still alive and she was the one who did it, Marcel won't let it slip and he'll square off against her. When he was just about to get up and take care of some essential affairs in his company, he felt an unexpected vibration coming from his cell phone. Marcel took it and looked at the caller ID on his phone. It was a shareholder in DLT hailing from the country of Spain. Before answering the phone, Marcel inhaled deeply and paused for a moment. The tone of his greeting to Mr. Zacarias was one of genuine enthusiasm. "Mr. Zacarias! Good evening! Oh, I almost forgot; in Spain, it is not yet evening. Sorry about that. I'm-"

Sanya... I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian. Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?

I asked. "She's at work so we'll be meeting her after her meeting." Jacob said. Diana Montiquez runs a makeup company, although she had kids early she never joked with her company. It was a gift from her mother on her 18th birthday at 19 she married Kenneth Montiquez with the responsibilities of a company and wife, her marriage was an arranged marriage so the public expected her marriage to fail because of how much Kenneth and her hated each other, it's still a mystery how they were able to stay together and raise three normal children, I mean two since Jacob is definitely not normal.

I tapped Rita, waking her up and we both stood up. "This is Rita and Makaila." Nigel introduced us. "Wait, So this is the famous Makaila, Christian won't stop talking about." Mrs Hales smirked. "That's right."Nigel smiled at me and I smiled at Christian's parents. "It's a pleasure to meet...." I stretched my hand for a shake, only to be pulled in to a bone crushing hug by Mrs Hales. Not what I was expecting...

He was not even a bit bad that she played him, if anything he was somewhat proud of how strong and intelligent she was. Natalie shifted her attention back to the computer and opened their bank account using the information stored in it. Balance: 500 million. She clicked on the option to transfer money. Before she typed the account to transfer the money into she turned to Adrian and put a card out in front of him. He looked down at it. Miracle international foundation: Charity organization for Orphanages He read it and turned to her. She was already looking at him trying read his expression. “I hope you don’t mind.” She said that as she turned her head back on the computer. Not exactly giving

Tomas blinked, clearly having expected something else. Her name is Marisol, he said, after a pause. She's twenty-six. She has a kind of leukemia that responds to treatment but the treatment costs more than I make in two years. I've been paying what I can. It's never enough. I thought, if I just gave them one piece of information, just one, that would be the end of it. And then they asked for a second piece, Aria said. Tomas's hands tightened on the table. Yes.

Marcel had kept her safe all this time. “Maria?” I asked, taking a step toward her. Aria looked at me before turning her attention to the one person who used to be my friend. “How did you get out?” “Alpha Marcel’s men let me out, they told me to go and hide. You know, I was under his protection, but it seems to me that there was a little matter that I needed to take care of first.” She said, taking a step toward me. Her eyes dropped to my stomach. She stared without shame. “You’re huge,” she muttered.