Novels by Princess Moyo

Maya's POV The SUV rolled into the crowded parking lot and came to an abrupt stop between two expensive-looking cars.Finally.I could've kissed the fucking ground.Not because I was excited to be here. I'd rather spend the next six hours locked in a room with Zakhar Mikhail and his charming personality than willingly admit that I was looking forward to college.But after spending the entire ride listening to Ilya talk throughout the entire ride, I was seriously considering throwing myself out of a moving vehicle and hope for the best.That idiot had no off switch.None.Zero.I'm pretty sure if someone cut off his tongue, he'd find a way to communicate through interpretive dance or sign language. As if to prove my point, he practically bounced out of the car.Of course, he did.I got out of the car, only to find the idiot watching me with that annoying grin on his face.I shot him a glare before looking away and taking in the campus. Massive buildings, neatly trimmed lawns, and stu

Maya's POV Healing was fucking boring.The first few days were the worst.My ribs hurt, my shoulder hurt, my head hurt, and apparently, even breathing had become an extreme sport.I couldn't laugh without wincing, sneeze without cursing, walk without wanting to die, or get out of bed without questioning every decision that had led me to that moment. Hell, I’d been practically glued to the bed. At this point, I was still deciding whether my body was a dramatic son of a bitch or just a traitor.Probably both.The first week crawled by.Literally.I slept, ate, took my medications, complained, slept some more, and the shitty cycle repeated itself.That was basically my schedule.Anna checked on me constantly, making sure I ate enough and took whatever medication the doctor had prescribed. Every time she asked how I was feeling, my answer was the same."Like shit."Apparently, that wasn't medically descriptive enough. Well, maybe doctors needed to expand their medical dictionaries.She e

Maya's POVPain.That was the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes.Apparently, my body had decided that suffering was going to be my new morning routine.I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.My entire body ached, especially my ribs, shoulder, and the damn spot on my side that felt like it had been personally attacked by a truck.Oh, what a time to be happy.Sighing, I slowly opened my eyes again.Something felt wrong.I looked around, suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings.Wait.This was my room.My bed.My brows furrowed as I stared around in confusion.Come to think of it, hadn't I been yelling at Zakhar just a little while ago?I frowned.Then how the hell did I end up in my bed?I looked down at myself.Same clothes.Same bruises.Same excruciating pain.Okay. Good. I hadn't been kidnapped twice in one day.But how did I get here?I remembered the restraints. Zakhar's infuriating face. Our argument.Then…Nothing.My eyes narrowed.Did that bastard knock me unconsciou

Zakhar’s POVFor a moment, she simply stared at me.Her silver-gray eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. I could see the disbelief written all over her. For once, she looked genuinely speechless.Good.At least she was capable of keeping her mouth shut for once.Then her eyes narrowed, her jaw tightened, and whatever shock had held her still was quickly replaced by a fury so intense it could make any limp-dicked bastard shit himself.But I didn't give two fucks."What the actual fuck is going on here?”I raised an eyebrow."Good afternoon to you too, Maya.”"Don't you fucking dare." She yanked against her restraints, glaring at me as though she were seriously considering ripping my throat out with her bare hands. I'd like to see her try. "Don't stand there with that stupid face of yours and act like this is a normal fucking conversation!”“Charming as always,” I said dryly."Go to hell.""Been there. Didn't like the company."Her mouth fell open.“You son of a bitch.”You're

Maya's POV The first thing I noticed was the headache.The second was the fact that my head felt like someone had used it to practice baseball.The third?I couldn't move my fucking hands.My eyes snapped open.Or at least, I tried to. My eyelids felt ridiculously heavy, and my vision was blurry.Where was I?I tried to sit up.Pain shot through my head.“Fuck!”Then everything came rushing back.Zakhar.The argument.The black van.One minute, I was arguing with Zakhar, and the next, I was being dragged into a van.Shit.I had been kidnapped.Again.Ugh. This was the second time now, and I don't even have a knife on me.Great. Just great.Who the hell even kidnaps someone in broad daylight?Bored psychopaths, apparently.I tugged at my wrists, only to feel the ropes dig deeper into my skin.Oh, goody.I twisted my hands, trying to find even the tiniest bit of slack, but whoever has tied me up clearly knew what they were doing.I leaned forward, braced my feet against the floor, and

Maya's POV I sat behind the desk, staring blankly at the empty office.Just me, an empty desk, and the growing irritation that had been following me since I left that conference room.I shouldn't have left. Fuck.I was seriously regretting leaving it to Zakhar.He better not fuck it up.I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.Knowing him, I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. And lately, that wasn't very far.I folded my arms and tapped my fingers against my elbow.Why the hell did I leave?I should have stayed.Not because I needed Zakhar's help. I definitely didn't.For all I knew, he could be in cahoots with Richard. Just because he was insanely attractive didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. What if he'd decided the deal was more important than what happened in that conference room?Or worse, what if he'd actually agreed to something with Richard and was now pretending everything was fine?And weren't mafia men into forcing themselves on girls or something?