Novel & Cerita Mary X Ririka

Her complexion slowly turned pale like that of a dead fish as her anxiety doubled. “Wh-what's her name? I mean, the girl who got killed” Rita asked, while trying her utmost best not to stutter. As much as she would like to share a secret with Marianna, the same individual has a crush on her stepbrother, someone she hated. What were the possibilities that Marianna wouldn't sharply tell everything to Andrew if she does? So it was best to rush over to the Scarlet Heart Pack – Rita had screwed up big time. “Mirabel Lewiston. Do you know her, Margarita? You're looking… unsettled” Marianna tried to come closer, but she was quick enough to move out of the way.

"My sister… she better come back soon." Riri froze, pulse drumming hard beneath her scales. "She always keeps me warm. Always smells like sin and cinnamon. I love all of them but Rara's my fire. You know?" She hugged tighter, sighing into her warmth. Her breath reeked of fermented fruit and longing. Something in Riri broke. She didn't fully transform. No divine radiance. No celestial voice. She merely shifted into her humanoid form, wearing a mask — dark obsidian, featureless but feminine — and let Aria hold her like that.

But finding my mate, should mean I feel the exact opposite. “Where’s Ryker?” My mother, asks looking around. As if on cue the door opens and he strolls in. Only, he’s not alone. She is with him. My insides twist, my Lycan roars. I clench my fist to try to contain it, but I can’t stop staring at her, I can’t tear my eyes from her. If Lia is beautiful then in this moment, Maricela is otherworldly.

Rivata turned around furiously, trying to grab Maria, Maria turned back to look at her, "What's wrong, Rivata? You think you're not as good as me, so now you want to stop me from taking the stage?" "You're better than me!?" Rivata was so angry that she laughed, "Maria, who do you think you are? You're nothing more than a country bumpkin, dreaming you can compare with me..." Before she could finish her sentence, Maria turned and left. "You!" Rivata was frustrated to the point of breathing heavily, but she could do nothing with Maria. Because if she tried to stop Maria now, it would truly appear like she was trying to keep Maria off the stage…

Wild thoughts ran in my brain as I made my way to the master bedroom. I peeked inside the room and released a sigh of relief as I saw my mother sitting on the bed, watching TV. I proceeded to leave quietly, but she looked at me directly. Her eyes turned wide. “Oh, look who’s awake?” she said in a mocking tone. I didn’t reply and started to turn around. “Stop right there! What the fuck did you do, Marina? Whose blood is this?” she cried out. “I didn’t do anything!” I shrilled. Just turn around, leave, I advised myself, but my legs stayed frozen in their place.

“An Enigma who doesn’t hide. Who built a life, a business, with a man like Lorenzo Rossi. It’s… fascinating.” “We’re just trying to live our lives,” I said carefully. “Are you?” She turned, her green eyes direct. “Or are you performing? For the world. For his daughter. Even for him. The strong, independent partner. The calm in the storm.” She took a step closer. Her rare, calming scent was stronger now. It did have an effect. A subtle softening of the edges of my own anxiety. “I recognize the performance. I’ve been doing it for thirty years. The perfect Omega wife. The gracious hostess. The unbreakable widow. It’s a cage of one’s own making.”

Riviera tells her. Mary-Kate let out a growl before running full force at Riviera. Riviera looks down at her hand, that is now fully heal, sidestep the attack, then punches Mary-Kate in the throat. Mary-Kate dubs over in a fit of cough, "you are nothing but an evil little girl." She said after finally catching her breath. "And you are a wicked woman who doesn't like anybody but yourself." There is a loud roar, followed by a louder roar that shakes the ground.

The first thing she said when I acted weird is– “Danger…” My body froze up and my mind came to halt. Cold wind brush through out my skin and cold sweats are starting to form around my forehead. “Lady Marina are you sick?” nag-aalalang tanong ni Rita ng manpansing ang pamumutla ko. I instantly, straighten my body at humarap dito. “Okay lang ako Rita,” I said while smiling. There is really a big problem! And I believe the original Lady Marina is problematic!

A cold dread swept through me. “Maria!” I shouted. Seconds later, she appeared from the hall, eyes wide. “She left half an hour ago, Nathaniel. Said she needed air.” “Alone?” I snapped. “She wouldn’t let anyone follow her,” Maria said gently. “But I think I know where she went.” --- I found Riya by the Moon Pool—the sacred spring nestled at the edge of our territory, where Luna rites had been performed for generations. The place where I first saw her kneel beneath the stars, defiant and radiant.