S Maria Novella Novels & Stories

Mariana held back her tears as she recited the words expected of her and the priest blessed their rings. Marcello picked up a ring off the red cushion. Mariana hesitated before bringing her trembling fingers forward. He slipped the ring onto her finger. It was a simple white diamond ring. She slipped his ring onto his finger. He had tattoos on his fingers. It was a poet and a small cross on his middle finger. She didn't know why but it made her feel ridiculously hot all over. She is no more Mariana Anderson but Mariana Colombo. It was like she blinked and her life took an unexpected turn.

Arms folded behind her back, eyes fixed directly on me, she was standing at the doorway of the dining area. Straight attitude. Dark clothing. short-cut hair. Her expression inscrutable. I narrowed my eyes. Maria, I said slowly, my eyes glued to the woman. "Who is that, and why is she looking at me?" Maria swung and blinked. “Oh. That is Mara.” “Mara?” “She's your new bodyguard. Mr. Valente appointed her before he left." My brows rose. "He what?" Maria smiled nervously. "He said the conditions were getting more dangerous and he doesn't want you to be alone."

Mariella’s POV Five years ago, I didn’t even know how to hold a gun properly. And now, I was slowly getting used to what it felt like running a criminal empire. Once a nun and now a Donna… Life really was full of surprises. The De Luca mansion had always felt too big for me. Even now, after all these years, it still did. Endless hallways, tall ceilings, marble floors that echoed with every step. It was the kind of house that made you feel small if you let it.

Then Caroline saw a sight she thought she would never see again. Three people appeared between the Cerberus. Slowly the first feminine figure walked towards the casket. Dressed in white, Maria Romano looked otherworldly, she bent over and traced the outline of her son's jawline, before she kissed Mikhail, leaving stardust on his forehead. Next, she floated towards her daughter, tears on her cheeks as she reached her.

Mom, I want to end my engagement with Marco. There was silence for several seconds, then my mother-in-law said, "Give the phone to Novella." Carla handed me the phone. "Novella, the Rossi family has wronged you. Aldo can't even safeguard his wife or sister, yet he defends a woman outside the family. He has no right to power. As for Marco, since he hasn't treated Carla with even basic honesty, there's no reason to maintain their engagement," Alessia said.

Luka steps back, positioning himself like a wall behind her shoulder. The room goes dead silent. “What is this?” Isac stands up, his finger snapping out to point directly at Novalee’s face. “Who is that woman?” I slide back into my own seat, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is Novalee,” I say, my voice dripping with deliberate calm. “She is mated to our Gamma. She is also a ranking witch from our local coven. And she happens to be Kori’s blood sister.” For three seconds, nobody breathes.

Yes she wanted to make trouble but she didn't expect that she would be sent down. "You......." Looking at Milan's eyes, her tongue was tied. She didn't know what to say. She looked at where they stopped, it was in between the road and the forest. Although she's a wolf , she's still a female and it's a long way home. "Beta, can you......" Adrian started to say but Milan growled at her. "You are not deaf young woman," Milan said, cussing. Maria gave him a last glare before she got down and Milan told Adrian to continue. Olivia looked at Maria who was standing there while the two cars passed by her and she felt sad. Maria is a female and it was dangerous for her alone.

“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?” “Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters” “She sounds like a slave?” “She's supposed to be “Is that how Italians like it?” “That's how mobs like it” “Tell me about it” “Maria doesn't exist, she's invisible” “I get the concept” “Happy we're on the same page. Now back to our target. The aim is to get as much info as we can get. You're going to have tiny speakers interlaced in your hair”

She turned back and took one quick glance at the speeding vehicle, then she returned her gaze to the large entrance of Princes Arcade. ​She took a deep breath, but she could still feel the weight of Jonathan’s words dragging her to the ground; even the lingering fragments of her late-night scandal still haunted her subconsciously. ​She set one foot on the concrete, then hastily strode to the entrance. She then walked in, passing through the glass door into the sophisticated interior of boutiques and shops. ​Maria, a renowned Italian photographer, was waiting for her in one of the coffee shops. She entered as soon as the door opened and walked to the small polished table.

꧁ Marisella ꧂ “Okay, stop right there.” Sonya steps in front of our boss, her eyes glacial with fury. “We both know you couldn’t differentiate between a mole and your own arse. Fire me if you want, but I cornered Marisella. She’s been trying to escape me, but I can’t help filling her ears with woeful tales of my skincare fail!” Her chest heaves as she stares Pascal down. I’ve never been able to understand how she can stand up to him like this without repercussions.