Maritza Esposito Novels & Stories

She stepped closer, her eyes meeting mine. “Maria is locked away,” she said, watching my face carefully. I didn’t flinch. But my pulse jumped. “She claims she is innocent,” Luna Isobel continued. “But I also know that she is on your side, against Elara. And she wants you to be the one to stand beside my son. And sometimes, consorts and slaves would do what they are paid to do.” “She is innocent, and if you are implying that I’ve had anything to do with this…”

She was getting cold-feet and luckily she had picked out the best bridesmaid so they were trying their best to be comforting. Terra sat next to her and smiled, “Gianni, you know my marriage to Ross was an arranged marriage, right? And everyone knows how mean Ross was. He wasn't even trying to be affectionate, hell I don't think I even saw him smile. Just completely mean.” They all laughed at that, including Gianni.

Bella muttered disdainfully in a loud voice. Adriano opened his mouth to refute her words but he was cut short by the voice of Mia, "Mrs. Maximus I am afraid if I do die by getting hit by a truck then it won't end up pretty well for you, I mean you won't be able to get the freedom you want from your marriage." Mia remarked flashing Bella a bright and beautiful smile.

AS IF HE DIDN'T INSULT MY BEING AND DEGRADED MY WHOLE? I blamed the mate bond for that. Our gazing match had ended when Seraphina skipped down the stairs with a happy smile plastered on her lips. "Good morning!" She happily sat down with us and stopped to look at us as if we were ridiculous, looking at each other and not talking. "Is there something wrong?" I continued eating while Salazar cleared his throat. "You will accompany my mate for today. If anything happens, contact me right away. I trust you won't do anything careless today, am I right?"

“Oookay, who?” Martha pursed her lips, taking a deep breath. “Zheira.” She looked away with an awkward smile. “Zheira Martin.”

Teresa called again, Amaria flinched and turned back, Teresa shook her head and asked, “ what's wrong? ” “ It's nothing, I mean… it's my first time seeing… people celebrate like this, ” Amaria replied, with a gloomy expression on her face. Dove stood on her feet and asked, “ Hold on, is this your first time witnessing a festival or any kind of celebration ? ” Amaria gulped, looked away and pursed her lips. Teresa and Dove exchanged worried glances. “ Well, you're not the only one, although I have witnessed one I have never really gone to an actual festival, ” Teresa confessed. Dove was a bit hesitant but she spoke anyway,

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

“The winds blew hard and far to reach Estelel, the wife of Jilroid. She was chosen by the fates to stop the Dark One in destroying Lenriad. She gathered courage and went against the Dark One. Of course, it didn’t discourage the evil god but instead, angered him. He hit her with a curse of dying and never being able to reincarnate. When his curse was taking place on her, she held onto him and in a way shared the curse to him. She succeeded in defeating him but she was dying herself. The Fates pitied her so they sprinkled the god’s essence on her and tried to revive her.” Margarette looked up in the clear sky and felt the warm of the sunlight touch her face, “But they failed Ellaine, they fail

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”