Marta Cinta Novels & Stories

Lisa went closer to Mason and said "Don't you know that mate stay with each other.............my mate!" Oh my god! what the fudge? Mason and Lisa are mate! This is going to be a hell gif of a ride.

But the moment my head hitthe pillow, something else entirely occupied the walls of my head with an unshakable force. Chaos. Cormac. Goddess. There was just something about him, something I couldn’t place. It wasn’t just the mate bond, or some misplaced intrigue in the school’s most notorious bad boy. It was… I didn’t know. Walking in on him and Ms. Elizabeth today felt… awful. I knew nothing about him, I’d never spoken to him, and it was the very first time I’d ever met him. So why was I so affected by it all?

With zero options left, I marched straight down the hallway to Luisa’s suite. I needed to dial my number and pray he picked up. "Oh, good morning, Maya!" Luisa chirped the second she swung the door open. "How was your night? Spicy?" She was already fully glammed up, wearing a gorgeous, breezy summer dress with flawless makeup. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. "Yup! I'm meeting up with my cousin, remember? Benedict? The one who had that massive crush on you back in college?" "Oh, right. He lives out here now," I murmured, pressing two fingers to my throbbing temple.

The last thing she wanted was to meet her mate, or to think that she had one in the first place. “Let us return to the kingdom. I do not think we can accomplish this mission.” She said as she stood up and the other looked at her in surprise. This is the first time she has surrendered so quickly. “Are you crazy? The queen said that we should not return unless we have the girl with that energy with us.” Marta felt extremely angry, in addition to the fear that was controlling her in a terrifying way, to the point that she was afraid to meet her mate again, and she was not ready for that, so all she wanted to do was leave this place as quickly as possible.

Matteo, the leader of the Mafia Il Diamante cartel in Sicily, is known to be overprotective and strict about the rules for his two children. “Principessa, the boss' rules are fixed. You know that, right? It is unlikely that the boss will agree to your wishes.” Juan straightforwardly broke the Birthday Girl's hopes. The light brown eyes widened and stared intently at those blue eyes which crushed her last hope of persuading her beloved papa once again. “Argh… leave me alone now, Juan! Your hospitality is just fake.” The girl's fist tightened again and her voice grew cold. The gloomy gaze was getting cloudier, staring blankly ahead, remembering her childhood with her beloved brother.

Trace said remarkably. Neither of us wants to believe in that kind of love. Our lack of faith stems from a variety of sources. My cousin's words hit me hard. Even if I were, I wouldn't be in love with her. But just the thought of Calli's sweet face turning my dick hard, I longed for her company and voice. If I had all day, I'd stand and look at her. Or maybe I am too horny as hell right now. I'll figure it out once I fuck her. I knew that it was lust and not love.

"Look at me, Mario." He raised his head and looked me straight in the eye. "Mario, you're not competing with me over a woman, are you?" He blinked. "No, boss." "You lie. You think I haven't noticed the way you stare at her when you think I'm not watching. You're actually very bold to go after her." I let out a scoff, letting my hand travel down to settle on Gia's chest. "Dimmi, Mario. Perché ti innamoreresti di una puttana?" [Tell me, Mario. Why would you fall for a whore?"]

“You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.” I let out a heavy sigh as I weighed my options- like I actually had an option. “Fine.” He nodded his head triumphantly as he reached for the tv remote off of the coffee table. He turned it on and a random news station played. The news woman was reporting on the massive mudslide that swept through the area last night. Elliot left me to rest and watch tv while he fucked off to some other part of his house I hadn’t seen yet. I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully.

Frozen in her spot. With a visible gulp she snapped out of her trance and bolted out the garage. “Its just until your calm brother” Marcel spoke bringing my attention back to him as he stood patiently waiting for my advance that I am sure he knew was to come. I admire that of my elder brother. He had patience when I had none at all. “Your right, Maria can wait. You two on the other hand took her to El Diablo” I loosened the top buttons of my shirt to give me more free movement.

Marta didn't bat an eyelash. "Yes," she said softly, as if convinced. "For the simple reason that I still love him. I still care for him, no matter what happened.". I looked at her, my mind churning. Love him? Care about him after all the pain, everything that's happened? My eyes couldn't believe it was possible. But isn't that the truth? A part of me-the part I would never admit to-wondered if I feel the same way. No. “Never!” I told myself. I let out a hissing breath, words jammed in my throat. "That is absurd," I finally said.