Stolen Moments Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

LOLITA'S POV The gammas leave with formal bows and hollow reassurances. I close the door behind them, my fingers trembling against the polished wood. Their words echo in my ears — a coincidence, just a coincidence that Marcus and I were in Moonfall when the rogues attacked. No connection to our visit to Morena. No reason for suspicion. Lies. All of it. My broken arm throbs beneath its cast, like a reminder of the price we have paid. The price Marcus paid with his life.

“Mira, can’t you be more generous? Callum is just keeping Catherina company. Why are you being so dramatic? “Besides, the only reason you’re still in this house is because Catherina spoke up for you. Whatever she wants, you should give it to her!” I staggered back and glanced at Martha. She averted her eyes and refused to meet my gaze. After lecturing me, they hurriedly left. A WhatsApp notification sounded. On my screen was a message from Catherina. [Mira, how does it feel to be abandoned again? You never should’ve come back. You belong in the pigsty in Millford.

Suddenly, she let out a shriek that did not sound human. It was as if something inside her had been ripped away in an instant. The last trace of stolen luck, the final thing that had never belonged to her, vanished completely. All the consequences she had built up came crashing down at once, like a volcano that had been waiting to erupt. A sharp crack split the air. Above the stage, the massive LED screen flickered violently, sparks bursting out in a blinding flash. The steel cables holding it snapped. The enormous screen plunged downward with a deadly roar, straight toward Cecilia.

"And Celine?" I turned. Catherine stood in the doorway, still dressed for the charity board meeting she had left three hours ago. Pearls at her throat. Hair immaculate. Her hands, I noticed, were shaking. She had hidden it well for twenty-two years. Tonight, the mask cracked. "Celine is collateral," I said. "She always was." "She is our daughter." "She is a Voss." I crossed the room, close enough to smell her perfume something French, expensive, chosen to project warmth. "Stolen, renamed, raised to perform loyalty. But not Laurent. Not blood. Not mine."

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

I stepped into the center of the silver web, and Caelthorn moved beside me, his half-merged body shedding gold light over my shoulders. The stolen wolves lifted their heads. The children stopped trembling. Liora sat slowly in her cradle, too weak to stand but awake enough to witness what had been hidden inside her for years. “I am Daciana, daughter of Rudina, rejected Luna of Blackfang, sister of Otsana, guardian of Caelthorn, and witness to the stolen nursery,” I said. The blood stone groaned above me. The black moon brightened. Far above, I felt Otsana’s gold mark answer my name with a pulse of desperate warmth.

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

“I hope I am getting there too.” “You will, don’t worry.” He failed to do his promised and finished the whole lot of the jar. I was partly to blame. He then jumped off the table and started going away, “I will now hide the evidence of our robbery…” “Until our next meeting, mi lady.” He shouted as he cornered the mess hall. I laughed at his queer English accent. The next morning, everything went well as the time ticked. But as Martha stepped out the area for a little while, Fatma stormed to where Magda and her poses were, and then the next thing I saw was her hand flying on Magda’s freckled face.