Wait For It Mariana Zapata Novels & Stories

For the first time in years, my name did not come with a throne, a husband, or a child waiting for me in a dark palace. It belonged only to me. After I completed my training, I met Dorian. He was my mentor’s favorite pupil, gentle and steady, the kind of man whose presence made a room feel safer. There was no grand tragedy between us, no desperate vow, no fate written in thunder. We simply spent our days beside each other until being together felt natural. Three years ago, we married. A year later, our daughter was born. We named her Liana. Sometimes, when I held her in the warm light of the spring realm, the title Queen of the Underworld felt like something from another lifetime.

"Ahh! I missed this feeling. You know, this is the first time I've been back to your house? Mondragon? So much has happened-" "Oh! Shut up! And give me the damn papers, Zapanta!" I cut him off. He glared at me and angrily opened his attaché case. He took out a document from it and handed it to me. "You Mondragons really have no respect. You should be grateful that someone as great and skilled a lawyer as me is your friend. You really use my abilities to the fullest," he remarked, but I didn't bother paying attention to him anymore. I was now holding the answers to my questions about Mariel in my hands.

Waiting chairs stood every few meters, and people sat quietly and patiently waiting for their turn. At the reception desk, she asked someone, “I need to buy a wheelchair for a person with special needs. What do I need to do?” “You see, ma’am, buying a wheelchair here isn’t that simple. Is the patient registered with us? There is a shortage of wheelchairs, so you have to join the waiting list. When your turn comes, you’ll be able to get one.” A young nurse politely explained the rules. But Magdalena was not pleased. “Girl, I’ll be leaving in a few weeks. Then who will bring one to my disabled brother? Who will take care of him?” she asked in disbelief.

The night before my wedding, my twin sister, Serena Bennett, insisted on celebrating her birthday a day early. My fiancé, Adrian Cole, simply folded my birthday into hers, and then the cake came out with only Serena on it. I asked him, "Where's my name?" He leaned over the cake and pushed the candles into place, his voice easy. "We're all family. Why draw lines like that?" My parents were crowded around Serena too, and my mother said impatiently, "There, the candles are lit for you. Blow them out and stop being difficult." The next day, Adrian came to find me and brushed his hand across my forehead. "I didn't think it through yesterday. I got you a cake of your own. Come home. This one's jus

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

People here understood that thinking required space and that the woman doing the thinking was not required to perform it out loud for their comfort. I picked up Maren's card from the corner of the table. Turned it over. The contact number was printed in clean type. No faction branding. No identifying mark. The kind of card that said: we exist, but not in ways you can prove. "She gave us seventy-two hours," I said. "Fifty-four now," Raze said, without looking up. I set the card down.

Something I didn’t want to admit. I pushed my chair back an inch, breaking the proximity. “Let’s just get this done.” He smirked, but I caught the way his eyes lingered on me a second too long before turning back to his pen. After class, I thought I was free. Wrong again. Marissa was waiting by the door like a nightmare waiting for me to fall asleep. “Hey, Viana,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet. “Got a minute?” I stiffened. “Not really.”

he said and I burst out laughing. " Ok... CooL. " I said bye to her and she left. I came back and waited in front of her room. I wanted to knock but didn't do it. I came back to my room and waited for the next day... But something was wrong with the Earth... It was rotating very slowly on its axis today. ******* I went to Lake to meet Maurvi. I called her and saw her coming my way. We greeted each other and jogged for some time and then we sat on a bench to talk.

Diane had given Elise all the mental boosts she needed and even offered to send a physical gift to her on Elise’s behalf, as a formal invitation for a talk. Elise drew in a sharp breath as she clutched her bag tighter and walked towards Mariana who was already waiting for them while Diane followed beside her. Mariana was in a silk blouse, her nails glinting like polished glass as she idly stirred her drink. On sighting Elise, her lips curved into a mocking smile. “Well, well.” Mariana’s voice travelled through the distance. “The famous Mrs. Mendoza.” She leaned back, appraising Elise like an exhibit. “Pregnant and still playing wife. I’d almost admire the persistence, if it weren’t so… pitif

Mariana's Pov Hello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride. Hello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride. Hello, this is Mariana Vastlav, Don Radimr’s new bride. That’s all I’ve heard since stepping out of Alejandro’s car. Oh, let me not forget to add the same robotic smiles and echoes of, “she’s a sight to behold,” I’ve heard from every single person Alejandro has introduced me to.