Mileva Marić Novels & Stories

someone put a hand on my shoulder, napatingin ako kung sino ito, It is just Juanita but my feet got back up because from the back of my secretary there is my wife's parents. "Damien what happen?" aniya ni mama Shara, she's the mother of my wife, katabi naman niya ang asawang si papa Gregor na walang imik at masama ang tingin saakin. What do you expect from the father of my wife?

"Who are they anyway?" “Melisandre, Wazel, Matthew, I want you to meet my friend from the Philippines.” Simula ni Mr. Faustine. “This is Amanda, my friend and this is Andreana, her daughter. Amanda, Andreana these are my children, Matthew Gregory Morrison, the eldest. Melisandre Morrison, the middle child. And the youngest, Wazel Blake Morrison…”

Marco shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her lovingly. "You don't have to feel sorry. I love it and they love it too, so unusual and I love you." Buong pagmamahal na anito. She closed her eyes and give him a peck on his lips. "I love you more." She answered and kissed him again..who is he to reject her kissses. He loves it more than she does. He's so happy knowing that Marija Nitarra Maldevar Sarin was now fully his.