Marta Cinta Novels & Stories

"The way I remember her, before everything went wrong. Fierce, and beautiful, and utterly certain of the choice she was about to make." "Thank you," Luna said, her own eyes bright with grateful emotion. "For everything, Marta. For raising me, for loving me as your own, for standing beside me through every single impossible moment since the night everything changed." "There's nowhere else I would have wanted to be," Marta said fiercely, pulling her into a tight, warm embrace. "Whatever else this past two months has cost us all, Luna, I would not trade a single moment of watching you become who you've become."

Mom responded, having tears in her eyes. 'That Man' they are talking about is none other than Curtis Massimo, the devil himself, he is one of the most wanted criminals aka Mafia who have hands in all types of illegal businesses and unfortunately, also my fiancee, I hate everything about him, Yet, I got one thing straight that he is not someone whom you like to have around especially when he is in his bad-tempered he never sees or thinks twice before murdering someone. Once, he killed a waitress because she doesn't bring dessert on time for me when he took me out for a date. He has no heart! Surviving that date is nothing less than an achievement. At least for me because I needed to watch eve

Mariana lay back on bed staring up at the ceiling, a smile formed on her lips as last night's events flashed in her mind. Her face was starting to get hot and hotter, she couldn't help hiding it in her palms. " do you want me to wipe away all the darkness around you " Those words he kept whispering to her through the dark night, the way he held her tenderly and passionately. "My sweet Angel your mine now " he had whispered holding her tight against his chest She was in love with Marco Di Martino. A man that was well known for being heartless and ruthless in the underworld made sweet love to her.

she said, with a coquettish tilt of her head. - "How does his wife take it?" Marta smiled. "Cremyne is a piece of work, too. She has a lover or two, in the city. Jerian doesn't complain, as long as she's discreet." She flirted with me, enjoyed the pint, and really enjoyed the soup and the bread. - "You like it." I said. "I thought you would." - "You're spoiling me." she laughed. Marta had half-a-dozen good stories about Jerian the Younger. Handsome, vain, and cheap was just the beginning. She told me a great deal. I wasn't sure, yet, what use I could make of this information, but I was glad to have it.

And fear. That was the point. Outside, Marta stood under the shadow of a concrete wall, watching the city lights flicker through smog. Her jaw was set. Victory never softened her. It only made her colder. I stepped closer, my blood still humming from the thrill. “You were flawless in there,” I said. “I should reward you properly.” She didn’t move, so I leaned in and planted a kiss meant as both thanks and invitation. Her hand cracked across my face before I could touch her.

Tatum POV Marta is the sweetest teenager I have ever met, that girl can make everyone smile with how caring and smart she is. I see a little of myself in her; I used to be like that, but unfortunately, some people got a hold of my innocence and kindness and destroyed it. I hope she can fight that off; I hope she can find someone who will treasure the way she is, someone who will lie down roses on the floor for her to walk on, someone who will treat her like a Queen.

She then turned to face everyone and said… "What Rodrigo said is true, Dad," Marta began. "He never looked at me or gave any indication that he liked me. He made me suffer all this time. When I saw him dying on the island, without having told him how much I loved him. I embraced him because I wanted to die that way, as I couldn't live without him. Don't look at me like that; I truly love him. While he was in hospital, I secretly cared for him every night. Then, when he woke up, he looked at me with that cold stare he always had. I felt as if I were suffocating, and today I couldn't contain myself any longer. I asked him why he hated me, or why he didn't like me, and that's when he learned th

Caterina folded her hand and threw her head to the other side. “It isn’t what you think, okay? Roberto stopped hurting me. He ended up falling in love with me. I wanted to bring him to the cops myself,” Martina said to Caterina, and she rolled her eyes. “And why didn’t you do it? When you knew he was in love with you, why didn’t you grab that opportunity as soon as possible?” She looked at Martina.

That was another thing to worry about. But what Vangie truly couldn’t understand was why Marta acted like she didn’t deserve to love or be loved again. Was it really so wrong to want someone to share her life with? Her ex-husband had moved on and married someone new — why couldn’t she? Why did it feel like everyone wanted her to stay alone and miserable? What should I do, Bert?

For pieces of a woman who was only a name to him. "She was kind. Patient. Could speak five languages fluently. Loved to read. To learn. To experience everything." Dante's voice grew softer. "We met at a charity event. She was there with her mother. Marta. I was there for business. Networking. Trying to look respectable." "Did you love her?" "Yes. Not the way I love Sienna. That came later. Developed differently. But I loved Isabela. Respected her. Wanted to build a life with her."