Marisol Garcia Novels & Stories

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

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 threw a plastic cup in her direction and laugh too. "Seriously, why are you still here?" I asked once again and started cleaning the plates. Usually, after she ate breakfast, she immediately left the house so that she could start doing her bad habit. This woman was a drug user. "Do you know Marie? She has laundry today and I offered if you can do it for her and give you penny in exchange. Do you want to take the laundry?" she replied and put her feet on the top of the table. "Of course, Bel! Big help! Thank you!"

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped

he lets go of my hand and I see him go to where the girl who welcomed us, Lidia, is, I see them get lost in a hallway and I sit down to look at magazines while I wait for him. Marisol Hernandez the daughter of Rafael Hernandez died at the age of ten when I was fifteen years old, she was a happy, open, talkative, positive girl and always, but always right in everything she said, unfortunately cancer came into her life, she had cancer in her stomach and when Rafa took her to the medical check-ups it was already very advanced and nothing could be done, She fought so hard that it was a miracle to see her laugh at her own illness, she fought and fought for two years, Rafa thought that she would g

"I want it, please. It makes me feel alright." "You have one more mission," Sasha said. "Until then, you'll stay without it." Marisol pulled her hair frustratedly. "I want it, please. I want it." She pleaded, but Sasha walked away. Marisol cried out, scattering her hair, and Aurora's image came to her mind. She grabbed a doll and twisted its neck, tearing it apart. "I'll ruin you, fake mom. I am Marisol West Pecaminoso. I will do as I like and you..."

Her voice was very light and cold. "It's our first time meeting. I'm Sienna Parrin. Orion's mother." Marisol froze instantly. Who? Orion's mother? That fierce woman who had killed her cheating husband and served six years in prison? She was out? Wait, this woman should have been released last year. It's just that with her frequent trips between countries, they'd never crossed paths. She hadn't expected to meet her today. Marisol instinctively stepped back. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but although the mint cigarette scent filled her nostrils, she could faintly smell something metallic lingering beneath the mint.

she began warmly, “shall we begin? You came here to seek answers to your questions, yes… or yes?” She was sweet. Almost grandmotherly, but with that terrifying mystical edge. “Yes,” I said, nodding. “Very correct.” Lady Marisol settled into her armchair with the ease of someone who had lived a thousand years and collected gossip from every century. Her eyes, bright and too knowing, landed on me. “Now then,” she began, folding her hands like a grandmother about to tell a bedtime story that would definitely not help anyone sleep. “Moonfire-borns… rare, feared, and blessed with the gifts of creation and destruction.”

Isla walked into Dirty Angels; her panic had somewhat faded, although every decision felt heavy with consequences she couldn’t escape. The door shut behind her, and the bar seemed to swallow her whole. Marisol waited at the bar, turned halfway, relaxed but alert. She noticed Isla right away, giving her a quick, inquisitive look that missed nothing. “You look like hell,” Marisol said, sliding off the stool. Isla exhaled shakily. “I feel like it.”