Novel & Cerita Ming Maraj

I have this silly idea of impressing my mate. I can’t find Marina in her room, not even in the kitchen. I need her to help me prepare the meals for me and my mate. Ironically, it becomes natural for me to treat Marina like an Omega as she used to be. However, that won’t take long. She’ll be my Luna in the future as I had planned to be. “Amante, good to see you here. I’m on my way to the training camp. Would you like to come along? Haven’t seen you fighting since when!”, Maziar suddenly appears in the kitchen.

While the others helped with the meal prep, Margaret checked that everything in the kitchen was in order. That was when she suddenly heard the director's voice from behind her. "Maggie, we have another Maravian here, also called Maggie. She's heard we're serving Maravian cuisine today, and she's excited to meet the chef." Margaret turned around. Her eyes locked with Marjorie's. For a moment, both women froze. "You're not dead!" Marjorie's voice broke out in a stunned, almost hoarse whisper.

A black butterfly perches on my thumb, wings fanning the scent of rot and jasmine. “Bon (Good).” I step toward Mamá Marisol’s bubbling ajíaco (healing stew), the pot brimming with okra and crab claws. “You taught me ghosts starve without fear, non (right)?” Marisol clutches her medalla (saint medal), the silver Virgin Mary glinting. Her hands still bear burns from last summer, when Esteban’s men torched her herb garden. “Oye, niña (Listen, girl),” she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.”

Marla nodded and hugged Amanda tightly as well but she still remembered something Amanda needed to know. “Amanda, about Mariz…” Amanda confronted her. “Yeah, about here. Where is she? Is she still studying and will come home later? ” Amanda asked but Marla shook her head so Amanda frowned. “What does your shake mean, Marla? Where is Mariz? ” “She’s with our parents. She was taken, I couldn't do anything because Mariz herself wants to come. ” Amanda's eyes widened when she heard that. How did Mariz spontaneously come along?

he said without knowing the truth. I forced myself to smile at Maca's Ex-husband. "Hello, Peter. Happy Birthday to your daughter," "Gracia's, Aurora." I nod in my reply. Peter pulled Damien into the group of men. I followed Maca to help in taking care of her daughter's birthday celebration. But Maca just made me sit in a corner after she took me food from the buffet table. She also sat while holding Amaya. "I don't understand," she began. "Understand, what?" I faced her curiously.

“You don't care about me any longer, father. Why are you taking her side?” “Enough, Mara, don't argue with your father. You were very wrong this time and it has impacted negatively on the clan.” Margarita tried to call her out but it only got her annoyed. “Great! Mom, you're also siding with Father! I am going to Switzerland to take a break.” “You're going to no Switzerland, Mara. Elder Ramsey said that he needs an additional worker in the project he is working on in Nigeria. Now I have just found a perfect candidate for him.”

Mara asked searching his face with her eyes. "Don't you get it Mara?, You...are...my....MATE!!" Tbc💙

“Wow. That’s so cheesy, Mara.” Mara smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, just wait. Maybe someday, you’ll be passing down the name ‘Maru’ to your own son.”

Reema Morales, my other best friend laughed loudly. "Shhh.. someone will hear us." I whispered. "What about our dresses?" I frowned. "Leave it on me baby." Marjan winked. Marjan, Reema and I have been attached to our hips since we're kids as our parents are pretty close friends. Marjan is a chilling and charming girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. Reema is talkative and has a big mouth with short zed black hair and black eyes. We were planning to go to a night club for the first time in our life and of course without our parents permission. Actually Marjan had gone to a club twice with her cousins before so it was mine and Reema's first time.