Marta Cinta Novels & Stories

Since my parents are too far away to drive to, Marta is the closest thing I’ve got. “Marta,” I sob. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” “I have chocolate and wine, hija. I’ll be waiting,” she says gently. Marta must have been waiting by the window, because the second I pull up, she’s outside opening my car door before I even undo my seatbelt. “Hija, I’m so sorry,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me into her chest. “Marta! I didn’t want it to end like this.” I don’t even get out of the car. I’m curled in the seat, clutching her arm, tears pouring down my face.

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.

"You think I don't see what you're doing? You probably forced yourself on Jaris and quickly took in for him. All for what? To secure your spot beside him? Well, guess who's still Queen, Lyric." I laughed in her face. "Oh, poor Marta." I tsked. "Stupid Marta. Always thinking everything's a competition. What Jaris and I share is special and something I'll never call a competition. Sadly, it's also something you'll never be able to understand as you've hardly ever been in love." The thought struck me, furrowing my brows. "Have you ever been in love, Marta?" The further crumbling of her mask said it all.

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?

"You're my avó?" "I am." Marta knelt down with difficulty. Her joints clearly painful. "And I am so happy to meet you, meu querido." "What does that mean?" "It means 'my dear.' In Portuguese." She held out her hand. "Will you come inside? I made cookies. Just for you." Leo's face lit up. "Cookies!" He took Marta's hand without hesitation. Let her lead him into the small apartment. Dante and Sienna followed. The apartment was cramped but spotlessly clean. Old furniture. Crocheted doilies. And photos everywhere. Hundreds of them. All of Isabela at different ages.