Maritza Esposito Novels & Stories

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

Chapter 3 Leilani Moore My heart somewhat hurt when I saw almost everyone at the function with their husbands, and I was almost regretting showing up here in the first place. If it wasn't important to be here, I would've left immediately. I stood close to the counter in the villa, sipping on a glass of wine as I feed my eyes with whatever. "Hey... Mrs Grant. It's been a while," Came the familiar voice I'd never forget even if I was in a deep sleep. It was Lydia, wife of the CEO of Hilton's corporation, and my highschool classmate.

“She only said she is here to see her son.” I frowned. “Luca doesn’t have any…” “She said her son’s name is Luca.” The words lodged in my chest like a stone. “That’s impossible,” I said, my voice coming out too sharp. “His mother,she died in a car accident.” Marta hesitated, her eyes darting toward the hall. “I know what the family says. But she was very insistent. She says she will wait as long as she must.” A chill skated down my spine. There were always people who came to the house with outlandish stories old associates, petty criminals, women hoping to get a glimpse of the infamous DeLuca fortune. But something about Marta’s face told me this was different.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

I sighed and looked at Makaila. "So where were we..." I leaned in again. She smiled and leaned closer to. Just as our lips were about to meet again.... "If you guys need anything, like condom...." Rita popped her head in with a big goofy smile on her face. "RITA!!!" We both snapped at her. She laughed as she finally left us alone. She's hella Crazy. ***** Makaila's POV

"Stay here with me." "I'm sorry?" "I'll give you everything more than the Alpha King could give you." "Wait a second." I scoff. "What is wrong with you? I'm the Luna of the Wolves, and I'm mated to the Alpha King, and yet you dared try to take advantage of me just now?" "He's not your real mate, is he?" The King's question made me halt. "How ironic would it sound if your loyal subjects were to hear their leaders aren't real mates?"

She was the most excited about her coronation. I pretended to listen to her as Brady was busy looking at me like I was some lost treasure he had found. I tried to ignore his stares and figured this would be harder than I had thought. A constant reminder of the mate bond appeared in his eyes and consumed me. I found it hard to even focus on anything but Brady. I wondered how I’d switched so fast from Iron Lady Margaret Thatcher to softie Pattie Brown. Could I survive till Sunday? That was long enough for any significant change to happen.

♰ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Azazel Martinez (Mask) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Nina Marin (Allura's mother) † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Asahi Suzuki † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Lazarus Suarez † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ † Lorenzo Takahashi † Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ R.I.P 🕯⛼🕯 ╚═══════════════╝

“Yes, Tamia is different, and she has seen a lot of bad things in her life. She couldn’t get married because of her face, and because of that, life gave her a survival instinct. If she had gotten married too, she wouldn’t have been any different from Nazi. “Tell me about yourself too, Mom! How did you meet Dad? You were introduced to each other, weren’t you?” Sara was thoroughly enjoying the conversation. She had never had such a long talk with her mother before, and she was very happy to hear her tell stories from the past. Magdalena remembered everything. She remembered how they had decided she was old enough to marry, how they had chosen her fiancé for her. She remembered her wedding day,