Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

That is a blessing. “Yes Ma’am. Roast me some more.” “I could never roast you!” “Yeah right. How’s your show going?” I ask, ascending the staircase and I hear her release a tired breath on the other side. Maeve is an international model and she’s quite famous. She has an A list model who has modeled for many popular clothing brands and commercials for influential companies and that’s why she’s always on the move. She’s living the best life out there and I’m so jealous of her!

"The most outstanding med students here in our university, though..." "Hey! Don't ruin our images Nevi!" "It's just you!" And here they go again; bickering like an elementary student. "Fine! I won’t!" Neveah laughed then turned to me. "She's our smart friend with an inborn photographic memory!" I grimaced when she clapped her hands along with Amira. I shake my head. They look like fools. "I'll introduce myself," Ave laughed softly. "I'm Astraea Venus Rojas, your future psychologist!"

Jane whimpered, trying to get away as her wolf was too weak to heal her because of the injuries in her body. “Next time, I hope you will be nicer to people,” Maeve said, looking at her. Her clothes were still intact in her body, her hair, which she blew dried, was messy with blood. Her make up was smeared, Maeve felt pity, but she knew Jane didn’t deserve her pity. She was horrible, treated her horribly, so she deserved everything. The arena was silent as everything played in slow motion. Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet.

Rosette rolled her eyes but the grin on her face was still visible. Aruba and Rosette exchange introductions and eventually get to know each other. “So your Leo did still love you after all these years then,” Roz stated while chewing some caramel popcorns. Rosette grabbed her snack. “Hey!” “Calm down, green-eyed. I just wanna have a handful of it.” “Now, now, that’s enough,” Thalia spoke. “We have to discuss of Maebh’s threat and her—” “Maebh may seem strong only because her biological mother is still there for her—to catch and defend her anytime, especially when failure falls to Maebh’s hands,” Aruba Lynn divulged.

And the one person with nothing to hide was stepping forward. Maeve Holloway moved through the crowd like a torch cutting through fog. She wore Runebound’s colors, deep indigo and silver. Straight-backed. Fire-eyed. A woman who had spent her winter break doing what no one else here had dared: digging through the filth Sampson left behind. “I won’t stay quiet,” she said without waiting for permission. “Not for your pride. Not in the name of Sampson. And not for the way I’ll be treated after this.”

"She's family now? Why didn't you lead with that?" "Obviously! Would a villain be sipping wine in my house?" "They might have killed you first y'know?" "Well she isn't, jeez! You won't give me a high blood pressure one of these days." He poured himself a drink. "Woah! I can't believe there's another female on the team!" Maeve was ecstatic. "Hi I'm Maeve, but you can just call me Mae." "Tequila." I extended a hand. "Sure, I love tequila but you can tell me your name first then I'd grab some tequila from the kitchen."

She was elegantly holding a glass of wine on her right hand while her other hand was folded in front of her chest. She was awfully pretty compared to the rest of the women in the group. Celeste Quintaña. The heiress of the Quinta Painting Industry. One of the most sought bachelorette in the country. "Maeve Miller is a strong, independent, beautiful and smart woman." She said as her eyes remained on the couple before she turned to the group of the jealousy filled ladies in front of her. "So what's not to like?" She asked with one of her brow rising as if asking a very obvious question.

The false Maeve hissed low, stepping back as if she recognized her power. Alia smiled faintly, her lips painted blood-red. “Did you think your trick could hold? Did you think he would not call me when the game grew too tangled?” Daston snarled, his silver eyes flashing. “You meddle where you do not belong, witch.” Her gaze cut to him like a blade. “I belong wherever Johan’s will takes me. And right now, it takes me here.” Her eyes landed on me, soft but sharp, peeling me open. “Maeve. Vessel of the Moon. You cannot fight a reflection. You can only destroy the mirror.”

Biting her bottom lip nervously, she nevertheless continued. "Our papa is Santos Romano, he has three families, but mama says that's normal for some wolves. Onyx is eighteen, he's my older brother, and my protector, he is my protector and lives to keep me safe, and well, I'm Maeve and I can communicate with the dead and bring people back to life, Selene told me that I'm here to heal your mate."

“Knock yourself out.” He grinned. “So some years back there was this girl I met at the university. Maeve. That’s what everyone called her. Unlike the princess-like name, she was still a bold woman who always said what was in her heart. I swear, she was a goddess. An angel, in fact. The purest heart, a smile that could melt even the coldest heart and a body to die for—curvy in all the right places. She was beautiful.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Was?”