Author Maureen Lee Novels & Stories

Upon hearing this, Liam's fair neck turned a shade of red, followed by his agitated stomping in the bathroom, "Little Mask, what kind of yellow garbage is within your brain?! I didn't even think about it that way, okay? What kind of nonsense runs through your mind all day? I'm almost undressed, you are not allowed in! Don't try to peep at me!" Maureen: "……" Maureen felt a sudden heat rise to her face. What nonsense, she wouldn't dare to spy on him. —— Although she couldn't resist stealing a few glances through the bathroom's glass door. Boys really do look attractive, even their tall, misty silhouettes. Suppressing the turmoil within her heart, Maureen turned to walk away. Feeling dejected,

"We have a literal bleeding Jane Doe in the house, the living room smells like a makeshift morgue, and you guys are acting like we just adopted a stray puppy from the shelter!" "Maeve, lower your voice right now," Maureen scolded, her tone frantic but hushed, the desperate attempt of a mother trying to maintain a veneer of control over a household rapidly spinning out of its orbit. "She is right on the other side of that door! She is in shock, she has profound amnesia, and she does not need to hear you shouting!"

I laid on my bed, brought out my phone and went through my music library. I listened to music, actually I'm obsessed with music. I've always loved it since my childhood days and I've got one favorite musician. Her music name is Suzy but her birth name is Susan Lee. Actually she's an half caste. I read that her mom is a Japanese and her father an American. I also learnt that she had started singing since she was 7. I played one of her songs that I loved most. It was "Be My Love" and I actually love that song because it seems to pass a lot of message not even about love.

“I’ve done the tedious work for you. Anna of the Northern Clan is a clean slate so far. No hidden enemies within her own bloodline, just the ones she left behind. I’m thorough, Maureen, you should know that by now.” “You really should enroll with the CIA, Mama, you’re a pure savage,” Maureen teased, standing up from the bed. “I’ll drink to that,” Mama replied with a sharp nod. “I’m thirsty too. My throat is singing a melody of dryness just talking about all this,” Maureen said, smoothing out her dress. “Go get the oldest wine we've got from the wine cellar . I’m not settling for anything bottled in this century,” Mama Eunice said as Maureen walked toward the door. “And don’t keep me waiting,

Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move. I keep smiling as I slowly unbutton my jeans, kicking my shoes off. Still, I don't break contact as I push my jeans down my straight legs, stepping out of them. Leaving me in my black thong. I realize that every boy is now looking at me, but I keep my eyes fixated on Brian, whose now standing cross-armed, a smirk plastered on his face.

She replied, her voice cool and controlled. “You lost the right to call yourself that when you conspired with a psychopath to hurt Hanna,” Aaron shot back, his words sharp as knives. “Leave. Now.” I held my breath, waiting for her response, but there was a long, tense silence instead. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” Maureen said finally, her tone softer. “I just... wanted to see if she was alright.” “Like you care,” Aaron growled. “I do,” she insisted quietly. “I may not like her, but I never wanted her hurt. That was never part of the plan.”

We reached the backyard which was huge and had a pool filled with way more people, it was going to be difficult to find Maureen in the sea of people. “There they are.” The cherry voice yelled and both Ansel and I turned in the direction. Maureen was headed our way with her hair flowing over her shoulders and chest which was clad in a bright orange bikin, true to self I allowed my eyes remain on her large chest for a while. She was pretty, endowed and rich. She was practically everything men needed, men like Ansel. “Hey Ansel, I didn’t think you’ll make it.” She beamed, Ansel’s hold on me loosened as he spoke to Maureen.

The thought of Xavier’s reaction to seeing Anna so vulnerable, so broken, brought a surge of satisfaction to her. Maureen’s smile widened as she ended the recording, her thumb brushing over the screen as if caressing a precious secret. She savored the moment, imagining how this small clip could unravel so much. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began crafting a message to Xavier, her mind spinning with wicked thoughts. ****

“ I don’t think the rule about the relationship with your mentors is wrong. It’ll prevent a lot of things.” Maureen bumped her shoulder playfully. “Girl, you’re no fun. I wouldn’t say this if my mentor was a man and was as hot as Leon Cordon. I mean, have you seen him? He was a model and I saw shoots and that body is something you should desire.” Aria chuckled softly and awkardly, because all these facts Maureen was spilling was something she had experienced, firsthand. “You’re so ridiculous, Maureen.” They walked together as Maureen kept bugging her about how sexy Leon is until they reached the main path where mentors usually waited.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.