Mariska Hargitay Novels & Stories

“I was not expecting for you to arrive this late.” “Sorry for not telling you, Minerva. We had just arrived from getting our Marika from the hotel. She has returned from her training program in Japan,” Captain Arturo explained. “Our Marika has been doing well. Unlike someone, working as a maid to our secretary,” the wife of Captain Arturo insinuated. Her eyes are fierce against Essi. She pulled Marika to stand next to her. The silent Marika turned all too confident while raising her eyebrows against Essi.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

But no way. It is a miracle that she survived. Come to the hotel. Rachel was surprised to discover that the hotel's Linda set was advertised as the most gorgeous lady in the world, a large-scale costume drama produced by MK. Her heart sank suddenly. Is Linda Park participating in a MK drama this time? MK，James Smith. Thinking of that man, she felt chills all over. No, I can not. That man has a lot of time to deal with, and usually he won't come over for such a boot-up ceremony.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

A chance encounter with a compassionate stranger kindled a flicker of hope within her, affirming the profound impact of human connection amid solitude. Upon her return, Marvis found herself enveloped in a video call with her friend Layla, a voice of unwavering empathy and understanding. Their conversation wove through the fabric of her experiences, kindling a glimmer of newfound strength within her, as she poured out her fears and aspirations for the future. "Layla, there are moments when the weight of this journey feels almost insurmountable. But amidst it all, I want to create a world of boundless love and warmth for my child, despite the stark absence of familial support," Marvis confided

Her eyes were hard. “Whoa…I didn’t mean to make you angry. I was just thinking…” “Thinking about what, Logan? Just let it go. She deserved to die,” Marina said nonchalantly. I was shocked at her statement. I knew her mom was abusive, but how can she say that about someone who was brutally murdered? “God, I hate her so much. She was the worst. She made me feel like I was nothing,” Marina said. She wasn’t even looking at me anymore.

After the crowd had exchanged pleasantries for a while, someone couldn't help but ask about the strikingly beautiful woman beside Nick. "And this is?" "Hello, I'm Marisol, Mr. Calcraft's friend." Before Nick could speak, Marisol graciously introduced herself. Nick glanced at her and smiled warmly. "Ms. Speight was my junior in the same program. She's incredibly talented. She even contributed to the CN Large Language Model." The crowd looked impressed. "Are Ms. Speight and Mr. Calcraft technical partners?"

Even I couldn't believe my eyes. "Welcome to Ex-Factor, our dear guests. Please introduce yourselves to our ex-couples." "Hi, everyone. I'm Mariana and I'm happy to be here." Mariana, a popular singer, was the first to greet everyone with a sweet smile on her face. "Oh my God, her face is so small. She looks just as cute in person." Alice gushed and proudly told Mariana that she was a fan. The second to introduce himself was Logan, a popular Italian model and racer. He was raggedly handsome and he had a natural charisma. I'm surprised

Hence, when they reached the stage and stood at the mic, Tyler only clapped his hands and stepped backwards. Standing at the mic was the woman, and hence she spoke. “Good day, ladies and gentlemen, and of course, I greet every viewer watching this on TV at this moment. My name is Harshit, and I am the CEO of this notable charity organization to which Mr. Harrington will be donating his house.”

Dark curls, black clothes, wary expression. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “Who are you?” “Maris. I work with Silvio’s communications team. The old Mafia king.” “Great. Another person who probably knows my DNA chart better than I do.” She winced. “Yeah. Tonight sucks. Not arguing that.” I stared at her. “Why are you here?” “Because you ran off alone after finding out your life is a lie, and that usually leads to bad decisions.”