Marta Cinta Novels & Stories

Marta says as she picks me up by my arm and pushes me toward the door. Marta is the lead Omega among us and if she says something is done then someone is done. She's bitter and cruel but she does this on purpose, she allows you to think you've got stability when in actual fact, she's a viper waiting to bite you and make you suffer slowly. I'm not dramatic or I try not to be but she is technically a snake. Nice one moment and will cut you off to spite her nose the next. It's what everyone here is like. Loyalty? I don't even know if the Alpha knows what that is.

I give him a sad smile in return "I loved kissing you Athena, but it didn't feel right, it felt like I was betraying my mate even though I have no idea who she is, but I know she is out there, I want to feel the sparks that you feel with Xavier" he says looking at me to see if he has hurt me with his word. This is Paul a caring and kind soul.

“If I marry Rocco, it’s the end for me. He’ll destroy me. Escape is the only chance I have.” Marta just looked at her, pain written across her face. Ever since Alessia had been brought to the estate, she’d watched her take beatings and cruel words. She’d stood by as Alessia was worked to exhaustion, as her mother ordered her around, as Bianca made her life hell. Marta had always wanted to do more for her, but there was never much she could do against the family. Now, seeing the fear and fight written all over Alessia, Marta made her decision.

"Mia, my love, I have been looking for you for a long time. Before I met you I felt like I was traveling around in the dark. And then you...a bright shining star that made me see again, brought me back to life. I have not left your side since and I can promise I never will. "I love you unconditionally and without hesitation, I vow to love you, encourage you, trust you, and respect you. As a family, we will create a home filled with learning, laughter, and compassion. I promise to work with you to foster and cherish a relationship of equality knowing that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone." I pause, noticing tears rushing down her cheeks. Wiping th

Xandra replied playfully. "But he rejected me!" I exclaimed, shocking Xandra. "But he could still feel the mate bond," Xandra countered. "And that's it? How is that possible? He rejected me, he shouldn't be feeling the mate bond. I should also stop, but it didn't. It felt like the mate bond was getting thicker and stronger almost every day. I want to hate him, but I couldn't even bring myself to push him away. I wished I could push him away, I don't want him close to me, but I can't. I can't even bear to stay out of his way for a day. It looks insane to me, this makes me weak, and I can't even control it anymore. This trip will only add to the fuel. I don't want to be closer to him. I don't

"Oh, now that's still a problem. I hope things work out for the two of you. I want you to be happy. I want you to know the joy of having a life partner who loves you unconditionally." "Thanks, dude. That sounds too warm for my situation but I sure hope so. If only Arya would quit being so stubborn," "I know she will come around. She is your mate despite everything. Fate is on your side,"

She even found herself crying because this time her broken heart had truly hurt. The woman whose full name is Denisa Marta Terresia had surely been young once, right? Throughout her memory of the romantic affairs she had, none had felt this crushing and piercing in her heart. Was it because for the first time, she had truly opened up to Thomas? After keeping herself busy with demanding studies and now enjoying a seemingly successful career, why was she crushed by love? Although they had not officially become a couple, Marta had spent many nights with Thomas. Briefly. Not in a negative sense, but just for a regular dinner or simply sharing a cup of coffee at Thomas's favorite café. That's it.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the battle—the blood, the death, the faces of those we'd lost. Marta found me still sitting by the remnants of the fire. "Luna. You need rest." "I know." But I didn't move. "Marta, what do I do? About them? About all of it?" She was quiet for a long moment. Then she sat beside me, her old bones creaking. "I've lived a long time," she said slowly. "Seen many things. Loved and lost and loved again. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that the heart wants what it wants. You can't force it, can't fight it, can't pretend it away."

I’d been sleeping in the arms of the storm and hoping the thunder wouldn’t ask questions or sweep me away. “You think I’m weak?” I asked. Marta shook her head. “I think you’re in love,” she said. “And that makes you brave—but also very, very breakable.” I took a step closer. “So what’s the plan? Let the brothers kill each other and you take the crown?” “If I wanted a crown,” she said, “I wouldn’t be drinking lemon verbena out of chipped English porcelain in a borrowed wing of a crumbling mansion.” “Then what do you want?” I asked louder than I intended.

But I let my pride do the talking for me. “Like I care!” I said waspishly. “Haven’t you heard of the saying the more you hate, the more you love?” She was teasing. Martina is making me payback for all the times I shipped her with my brother Marcus. She was relishing this. “Don’t start on me, Martina! I thought you didn’t like my ex?” “When did I say that? I only said that love complicates our lives. I am speaking for myself, not you.” She corrected.