Marisol Delko Csi Miami Novels & Stories

Back in town,Maria had arrived at work.She was still thinking about who saved her and why he disappeared.She started to wonder if she was imagining things.She entered her office to see her secretary Mrs Deliah,a beautiful lady with green eyes,small nose ,tiny ears and lip glossed lips. Deliah rushed to her and to speak on top of her voice,obviously happy about something,"Maria,you won't believe the kind of VIP's who just popped up for counseling sessions. Maria creased her eyebrows.What did she mean by VIP's?.

He hummed, offering me his arm so I could use it as my pillow. “Done perving?” he murmured, kissing my hair. “Hm,” I hummed, “I will perv on you for the rest of my life, Martinelli.” He chuckled, and we again fell into a peaceful sleep that had been scarce these last couple of days. ~~ Three days after Spain, Doctor Marino was in the mansion for our daily monitoring. We are not under house arrest, but Klaus insisted we stay indoors while the investigation was still ongoing. “So, you’re gonna tell me what kind of story Rain and Ghost made up?” I asked, stabbing the strawberry on my breakfast plate.

"If that's what will make you leave...Let me show you something.” I moved to the wall and pressed a button. One of my monitors came on showing the CCTV footage from my private island mansion. Next we saw is the room where Sera was in. She was still asleep, wrapped in my black silk sheets like a fallen goddess. Her skin glowed under the dim light, her breathing slow, steady. She looked fragile but pretty. I smiled. “See she’s fine just..… resting." I said. Marcus stared at the screen, his face looking a bit relieved. I turned completely and locked eyes with Marcus. “You’re still here?” I asked dryly.

The place wasn’t trendy, no influencers, no cameras, just linen napkins and battered wood chairs that felt like they’d held a thousand hushed confessions before. Marisol arrived with two others: Quinn Rhodes, a sharp-eyed indie director who’d once been blacklisted for calling out a studio head, and Aisha DuPont, an Emmy-winning showrunner whose last series had vanished mid-season when the network imploded under scandal. They didn’t bother with pleasantries. Marisol leaned in, elbows on the table, voice low. “Celeste, I’m going to ask you something you’re allowed to say no to, but I need you to hear it fully before you do.”

His brain was still having a hard time digesting the information. "Marie has always been like that. Her late mother always told me about her daughter's tendency to keep her problems to herself. Guess, he also did it to you out of worry." Keith didn't say anything, so Derek took the opportunity to continue. "So you don't have to worry. I won't target Marie or you, since I already have a new person I like." "I don't care." "Her name is Felicia. She's Marie's personal assistant. And from the investigation of one of my subordinates, he knows your member named Viktor. They used to be neighbours, before Viktor's family moved to another place."

“No. I'll call him after breakfast. Why don't you go shower and come down when you're done with the kids? Breakfast will be ready by then, huh?” She nodded, climbed down on and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Thank you, Luca.” I nodded and watched the wiggle of her ass until she was out of the kitchen. My arching cock was way too aware of her because it throbbed in my pants. I turned off the stove when I was done with breakfast and walked outside. Marco was supposed to call with some information and he had. Marissa had been with the police department for almost ten years. She worked directly from the District Attorney's office which meant she had more resources at her disposal than the avera

Right inside the castle of the City lord in Georgina City, the lord's study chamber right at this moment, were filled with a lot of people, naturally at the lord's desk, is A.C.I.A supervisor agent, Agent Marisko, or she is more well known to the public with her created image, Lady Marisko, a simple revolution leader who decided to rally the entire Georgina City resistance to launch a coup, against the Georgina City Lord and all the nobles, in secret and also succeed. She is a revered woman, an honorable fighter that is admired by all the resistance members, though secretly she is also the Madam of the Underworld and Aeternum intelligence agents.

"Well, how'd Marisol cure it?" "With a nickel." "What? "Precisely, my point! ...Something is off about everyone from there." "But you trust this 20-something-year-old professor? "She's from Michigan. Well, she lives here." "What? She told you that?" Lana rolls her eyes in her head. "That's her vacation home on Knight's Island." "Why am I even going down this rabbit hole with you? You know infections cause hallucinations, right?" "So you think I'm delusional?" I groan.

"Fuck. Lucas, what if that kid's death is tied to her?" He didn’t answer. "Any ties to the Cartels?" "Possibly. Have you ever heard of a lady named Cherie Noir?" "No. Sounds like a drag queen." "She’s not. She’s dangerous. Got arrested last night during a raid. Real high-level madam type—old money, older secrets. Guess the name she dropped during her arrest ?" "Who?" "A woman named Maribel." "Should I know her?" "No. But she might know where Katarina is. She’s police-adjacent. Probably a source, maybe a mole. She’s terrified, but she’s asked for immunity in exchange for information on a girl held against her will."

Rielle Romano ~ About a week had passed and now she was doing absolutely well. Jenna and Donatello’s wife whose name is Maria are now in jail where they belong, Not just because they kidnapped but also because they also attacked police officers. Well now, She was just leaving the hospital that morning after her last checkup. The doctor had confirmed that she was absolutely fit and okay to work even though Reed had his complaints about it.