Mariska Hargitay Novels & Stories

" She inhaled keeping quiet. "Speak!" Alpha Cameroon and Rasmore yelled at the same time. "Only two of them are foreigners. Maris Kates is not a foreigner. She is Karen Milburn in disguise. Right now, as I am speaking, they are heading to the private cemetery, where she is going to celebrate her twins' fourth birthday. I also know something. "She is here to avenge her twins' and parents' deaths," she said, and everyone froze.

She begged in a beseeching way making her mother sigh and took her granddaughter in her arms. Dr. Mariya Ishaq is a woman from Maiduguri who has been passionate about helping people and saving lives. When she got married to Bushra Amani's father an equally passionate and hardworking man, she got to fulfill her dreams. She wasn't allowed to go to university as hands are pointing at any woman who goes to university unmarried so she prayed to Allah to give her an equally determined husband who will let her continue going as some of her friends didn't get to because of their husbands.

She wiped a fake tear. Penelope was getting amused by every passing moment. “That's Marissa's. She’s the senior architect. Don't try to be friends with her." She looked around and whispered, "She is not like... you know-- uh very much likely to be socialized with." She said in a hushed tone.

Maya voiced, picking more of the ripened, red fruit and placing it in the basket set between her and Harriet. Harriet smiled sweetly at Maya’s poise and grace “I used to work for British Intelligence, MI6. That’s how I met JT, my husband” her smile had turned sad at the thought “he was part of the CIA.” Harriet picked one last strawberry then placed her hands on her thighs as she gathered her strength to tell Maya the story of her past.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

“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?”

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

"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?"

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.