Marta Cinta 소설 & 이야기

"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?"]

Marta Morales arrived a few minutes later. She walked in looking a little bit flustered and apologetic. However, she also looked beautiful. Dr. Marta is 34 years old. She was a little taller than me at 5'6 and 127lbs. She was of Puerto Rican descent and had light, coffee brown skin and big, brown eyes. Her facial features were delicate and pretty, with large lips and straight teeth. Her hair was medium length, just down her to neck and black and her body was incredibly voluptuous with large, 36-D breasts. She even looked good with the cares of a bad day hanging all over her.

Marta was eighty-one now, smaller than ever but still sharp, still exactly herself, and she hugged each of them at the door the way she always had, firm and certain. "I want to show her something," Marta said to Maya and Dominic, nodding toward Nora. "Just the two of us, if that's alright. Won't take long." Maya looked at Dominic. He nodded. "Go," Maya said. Marta took Nora's hand and they walked together down the road, past Ray's old house where new people lived now, past the corner store that had become something else entirely, all the way to a small church on the edge of town with a quiet garden behind it.

“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.

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."

“You saved me.” “Well,” Marta huffed, brushing melting snow off her shoulder. “Let’s call it even now.” Minnie’s voice softened. “Thank you. For everything.” Marta tilted her head. “You know, you may want to hold on to a man who brings that much fight out of you.” Minnie glanced down. “I don’t even know if he wants me anymore.” Marta gave her a dry look. “Girl, I’ve lived through four husbands and a civil protest. I can tell when someone’s in love. That boy would’ve crawled out of that cave without legs to find you.”