Novels by Princess Moyo

Maya's POVBy 6:15 p.m, I felt like I was about to give up the ghost. Clearly, Bryan had hit the living shit out of me, and judging by the way he was limping, I had also done damage to him too. I was more than ready to leave.The gym was even more packed, filled with sharp sounds of gloves hitting punching bags and squeaking shoes.I pulled the wraps from my hands and shoved them into my gym bag.I didn't even have time to take a shower. I was just tired and wanted some shut-eye.Nevada's evening heat hit me the moment I stepped outside. It was cooler, but still hot.The setting sun painted the sky orange and gold as the evening heat lingered. Cars moved steadily along the road, their headlights flickering on as the city transitioned into night.Sometimes, I forget how beautiful this city can be.I slung my bag over my shoulder, ready to make my way home.“Leaving so soon?”I glanced over my shoulder.Bryan stood in the gym's doorway, arms crossed over his chest.“Unless you want an a

Maya's POV I was in a house.At first, I couldn't recognize it. But as I looked around, everything slowly began to look familiar.The familiar cream-colored walls surrounded me, their paint slightly faded with age. The wooden floors creaked beneath my feet as warm lights cast a comforting glow through the hallway. The modest house felt just as cozy as I remembered, the faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air.I was back at my childhood home.What was I doing here?!But still, I walked further inside, my bare feet making no sound.“Hello? Is anyone there?”My voice echoed through the empty hallway.Silence.I frowned and continued moving forward, my heart beating fast for reasons I have no explanation to.Then I heard it.A laugh. Soft. Far too familiar.No, it can't be. It just can't.There she was, standing in the living room with her shoulder-length, curly brown hair and that warm smile on her face. She looked years younger, exactly as I remembered her.“Mum,” I whispered, feel

Zakhar's POV“I swear I know nothing.”Crack. My fist connected with his face. His head snapped to the side, making his chair scrape against the concrete floor. The room went silent. I flexed my fingers before lowering my hand. “Let's try this again.” “Where were you last night at exactly 10:30 PM?” “At one of my side pieces’ places.” “Doing what exactly?” “S-spending a n-night with her.” “Are you sure you didn't go anywhere else, huh?” I rested a hand against my chin, pretending to consider the bullshit Sergei was feeding me. His eyes began to sparkle with hope. If I had a funny bone in my body, I'd find it funny. But I don't. I find it downright pathetic. “So let me get this straight. You were busy in a hotel room, fucking like rabbits, exactly twenty minutes before the shipment of firearms was stolen?” “Y-yes.” He swallowed. Men like Sergei let power get to their heads. They think they're gods all because they're in the Bratva, acting tough. But they’re as important a

Maya's POV For half a second, I forgot all about being pissed. I could only focus on those eyes.They were beautiful, icy blues—intimidating yet gorgeous. Get-you-killed-in-an-alley-but-in-a-peaceful-type-of-way blue.And they were pissed.“Are you done?” a voice said.Low. Rough. Like gravel mixed with expensive whiskey. I heard a hint of an accent in it. He smelled like cedarwood, expensive cologne, and trouble.I looked up. Really looked this time.He looked like he was five times my age.The first thing I noticed was his height. He was tall—really fucking tall—and built like a tank. My 5'4" ass didn't even come close to measuring up to him.He wore a crisp black shirt with three buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of the tattoos on his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, inked forearms. His black dress pants and shiny black shoes completed his polished look.Dark, wavy hair was thick and tousled, with a few strands falling across his forehead. Sharp f

Maya's POV“Where’s my god-damned order at, for fuck’s sake? I've been waiting here for over thirty minutes.”I rolled my eyes as I moved to the kitchen to get the order before this guy started to chew my ear off. Again. Not my fault he came to the cheapest café-slash-bar in Las Vegas and expected quick service.Ah, men.“Trina, the guy who ordered the grilled cheese sandwich, is getting real cracky and is on my last nerve right now. So, for the love of everything lovable, if you do not want to see one of your precious customers in a body bag, then please… hand the order over right now,” I said, stressing the please.“Oh, quit being overdramatic. There's only so much an oldie like me can do around here.”“So, you do agree you're old, huh?”“Well duh. Have you seen me? I'm all wrinkly and bones. No one is ever going to imagine that I was a little vixen back in my day. Ouuu, girl, I was getting d**ks like candy. My favorite was my night with Grayson. The man knows how to make a lady's w