Mae X Bea Novels & Stories

, Mae said suddenly. “Shut up, this is the twenty first century and we have what they call mobile phones and FaceTime, Skype, i*******m, Twitter, F******k and so many other social networks that we can use to always keep in touch. Don’t make me smack your head”. Mae smiled and stood by while zina paid for their purchases and then they left the store. “What are you doing after this?” Mae asked. “Going back to join my mom in packing up”. “Ohhh”, Mae muttered.

I sit across from Mattie as she dabs her swollen eyes with a tissue and I can’t help but feel guilt. I hope Rosalie forgives me. I will not go to the hill this week.

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"Today at 10:00 you have a meeting with the medical council which will be held here, at 12:00 you have a meeting with Mr.Mikaelson, at 2:00 you have to go on a lunch with your brother who's visiting you for a week, at 5:00 you have a meeting with the board members then you have to go to the gala organized by Mr.Sheltzman." "Okay arrange conference room 12 for the meeting with medical council and make sure all the arrangements are perfect, get all the necessary documents required, for the meeting with Mr.Mikaelson, get a designer watch for my brother as his gift and book a table for two at The Latin Quarters and get my dress from my designer for tonight's gala and also get my stylist at my ho

"What's she doing?" "She's looking for Beast. She wants to give him a thank you kiss." Someone made kiss smacking noises and Beast reached out and swatted the back of their head. When the two women returned to the elevators everyone cleared out except Christopher. He sat down and flipped cameras until he located Ashleigh and her friend. She looked good, healthy, pretty. He was satisfied that she was all right. But he still didn't turn away from the camera.

“There he is again. If there was really nothing between you two, he wouldn’t keep following you around, right?” “This is the school canteen, hello?” Mae answered sharply while glaring at her again. “Anyone can come here and anyone can leave.” She quickly stood up and started fixing her things. She was not in the mood to deal with anyone today. Her body still hurt, and she did not want any more stress. “Hey! I’m not done eating yet!” Vanessa complained while holding her burger that was only halfway finished. But Mae ignored her and started walking out of the canteen. Unfortunately, Kent was walking in the exact same direction toward her.

But if that look on her face tells me anything, it's she's trying to be a bitch. I hold my hand out to shake hers. "Betty, nice to see you again!" I say in the most cheerful demeanor I can muster. Her eyes flash when I get her name wrong. "Wow, and I thought I was bad with names," Max replies, biting into a dinner roll, clearly not seeing what is going on. "Mom, this is Rae. Rae, this is my mom, Becca," he reminds us. Becca doesn't acknowledge her fail as she steps past me to place a bottle of wine on the table.

I laughed “although I’m not sure I’m any good.” “Well, I’ve never seen a female take Beta Dean on like that, and I’ve certainly never seen anyone hurt him before either.” She shrugged. Dean certainly didn’t look like I’d hurt him, either this girl was imagining things or Dean needs to increase his pain tolerance. “I’m Maeve.” She introduced herself as she pulled on a pair of light ripped jeans and a plain wire t-shirt, making her look even more tan. “Maia.” I responded, smiling at her.

The steps kept her mind from spinning too far into the past. Mae shuffled in behind her, yawning, her silver hair escaping its bun. “You’re here before me again,” she muttered, her tone gruff though her eyes softened when they landed on Bella. Bella smiled faintly. “Habit.” Mae snorted. “That’s no habit. That’s a girl running from her dreams.” Bella’s smile faltered, but she ducked her head and returned to arranging mugs. Mae didn’t press. She never did. That was why Bella trusted her enough to stay.

“Who is ‘M’, Maeve?” Real fear washes over me, not for me, but for Meadow and Tate. I press my lips together even tighter and refuse to answer. He turns the phone toward me, and I can see that there is a large ‘M’ on the screen. M for Meadow. T for Tate. They’re not fancy code names, but it was the best I could do on short notice. The phone stops ringing and a moment later there’s a ping. Xander watches me as he turns the phone back to look at it.