Ana Mia Novels & Stories

What if the body of water that separated beach from mainland was a metaphor for our relationship? I was still more connected to South Beach than to any other part of Miami. I knew its streets and alleys, its clubs and restaurants, how people dressed and how they acted. Javier had grown up in Miami, and he knew its neighborhoods from Calle Ocho to the Design District, from as far south as Kendall and Pinecrest up to the Haitian community in North Miami, the Jews and Russians of Aventura. What if he was turning his back on the beach—and on me?

Amaria and the maid walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a huge wooden door that led to the dining room. The maid bowed and said,“ she is waiting for you inside, I shall take my leave” and left. Amaria pushed the door open gently and saw a woman sitting at the end of a very long table. ' Diana, Luna of The Moonstone pack, and Queen of Ashmael Empire is sitting in front of me, this is such a great honor,' Amaria thought trying to hide how excited she was. The queen had a cunning smile on her face as she stared at Amaria with her shrewd Amethyst eyes,“ Lady Amaria, please have a sit”

I could hear panting also we pass and saw some people training They saw me and stop staring I smile at them This places is were I want to be The water godess must have been the one giving them all this things The trainer stop and came out " Hi " I said to her " I'm mia you must be the guest the alpha is expecting" she ask me " Yes I am " I answered her " You can go back now" she said to the guard dismissing him. " This way please " I followed her This place is really nice and beautiful I said starting a conversation

"It's settled then. Now go get me that drink." "What am I, your slave?" Instead of answering him, Mia licked at her lips, her tongue rolling out the ridges and corners of her mouth. Teasingly she fluttered her eyelashes at him and nodded her head. That minx! Damon groaned. "Okay, what do you want?" "You, naked in the bed" She shot back. Mia's evil. Giggling, she added. "For now I'll settle on a pina colada." ***

I asked. "I could never be mad at you," Mia promised. She leaned over and bumped her shoulder against mine. "If you need to go to a mountain to feel like a real person again then you should do it. I will just call you every single day on the computer until you get tired of me. I will be your anchor even if you are on the other side of the ocean."

**Haru:** “I got it.” He heads to the genkan, opens the door. Mia stands there in the morning light—jeans, a simple purple Lake Hamilton tee, silver-streaked hair loose, backpack slung over one shoulder. She looks a little nervous, cheeks pink, but her amber eyes brighten when she sees him. **Mia (soft):** “Hey. Um… hope it’s okay. My mom had early shift, and I thought… maybe breakfast? If it’s not too much trouble.”

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

he said to her in a tone that was undeniably very happy. Mia's face turned red again. "Let's eat?" she tried to change the conversation to somehow relieve the discomfort she was feeling. That includes her desire to make her heartbeat calm and normal. "What do we have for dinner?" was Erik's reply question to her. Mia smiled at what she heard. Erik is so cute when he asks what the dish is. "Your favorite, Sinigang na Bangus," she answered. "I should tell you; you are my very best favorite."

} Mia reads the small note shaking her head in disbelieve. "No!" Mia scream in pain.

Mia waved her toward the door, maintaining an aloof air until the other woman exited with a slam. Then she sagged. As she sat at the chair and lifted a fork to taste the tender roasted vegetables surrounding the salmon, she replayed in her mind the encounter with the maid. The little woman had been determined to hate and belittle her before Mia ever opened her mouth. Perhaps she’d ask Shane about Hernanda?Fuendo’s open hostility, if she was stuck here long enough to care, or be subjected to the other woman’s presence for long. She finished her dinner alone and flipped on the television. The only