Novel & Cerita Mariska Hargitay

] Immediately afterward, Maria's personal social media account, which had been dormant for a long time, posted her first update since she woke up. In the post, she did not mention any hatred toward Eleanor or complain about the online abuse. Instead, she simply wrote: [Thank you for your concern. I'm awake now. To pass on this love and kindness, I will be organizing a personal charity concert soon.] She made a solemn promise that every cent of the revenue from the concert's ticket sales would be donated to the International Brain Tumor Research Foundation and to charities that support the rights and welfare of people with disabilities. Despite suffering from all the slander and harm, she cho

“Alpha… who’s behind it?” I met his eyes. “Her name is Tatiana, also known as Marissa.” I said. “She was presumed dead within the pack years ago. Had it not been for her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. However, there has been a shift, and somehow, she’s not. She’s walking again. Bringing things with her. Things that should’ve stayed buried. And whatever she has as a reason, it is not going to be ending in our favor.” Another voice from the back, female, strong. “What does she want? We were her family, why would she be attacking us?”

It was strawberry-flavored, and I ended up in the hospital with a severe allergic reaction. That day, James wept until his eyes were swollen. He knelt by my hospital bed and slapped himself. “I didn’t know you were allergic to strawberries, Wendy! I swear I’ll never forget again.” That was exactly ten years ago. He completely forgot. I said calmly, “You even forgot about my allergies. Is it that hard to admit you don’t love me anymore? Let’s just get divorced, James.” His stance was firm. “Can’t you give me another chance for Max’s sake?”

The enigmatic connection between Aleah and Hunter only added to his confusion, leaving him more uncertain than ever. When Missy was finally discharged from the hospital, the group decided to unwind at a picturesque beach resort managed by Marisol. Wanting to provide a much-needed reprieve for everyone, especially Missy, Marisol graciously treated Aleah, Hunter, Rafael, Claire, and the children to a seaside escape. The serene waves, golden sand, and warm sun seemed like the perfect way to help them relax and heal. This trip was particularly for Missy—a chance to momentarily forget the hardships she had endured, including the loss of her mother.

feelings pass through Santiago's face, the truth is she didn't understand how someone could be so open with a person she had practically just met. — But everything got worse when she became pregnant, while I was filled with happiness, she became hysterical, she did not want children and lose her figure, she did not want to have to give up parties, trips, she said that she was not born to have children or raise them — Santiago sighed remembering those difficult moments in his personal life — I tried to make her see that I would be with her at all times, that we would be a family. To which she replied that she should stop living in fairy tales and wake up, that now a baby only came to cry, an

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

Ariana’s POV “You’re not going.” Ethan doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. The words land flat and final, like a door being locked from the inside. I keep my eyes on the tablet in front of me. The dim safehouse lights reflect off the screen, washing everything in cold blue. A woman’s face stares back—early forties, sharp eyes, tension carved into the lines around her mouth. Marisol Vega. Former forensic accountant. Independent consultant. Disappeared eighteen months ago after submitting a sealed report to an internal ethics committee that never officially existed.