Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

We usually have the same time and same classes but this semester, it's a bit different. ''Rose!'' I look up to see Maya jumping up and down once she saw me. Some of the students here roll their eyes in annoyance at the noise but she ignore them by quickly running towards me—her lips curve up into a wide smile, ''It's great to see you again.'' She pulls me in for a tight hug. I chuckle, ''It's great to see you too, Maya.'' The smile on her face disappears slowly, being placed by a sly smirk, ''So, how are things with Emmet? Still going strong?'' She asks, leaving me in an uncomfortable situation as my cheeks heat up but I smile at her—assuring that everything is going on well.

Rogers. I held my hand out to Gale and he pushed off the wall moving forward, he stopped by my side holding my hand in his. Mother Pauline looked at our intertwined hands and then at me, I noticed Mr. Rogers attention turn to us and now that was enough to know I was going to be heard. "Mother " I whispered my voice still hoarse and talking was a bit painful since they were all here except Maggie it was the right time to say something. "This is Gale Hilton my fiance " I whispered, except from mother's shocked gaze I could feel Gale's adoration towards me surface.

With a tight squeeze, she got choked, unable to breathe. Her hands were on his arms, clenching tightly. Tears hastily spilled in her eyes while glaring at him full of rage. Seeing her in such a sorry state, Alpha Mraz felt satisfied. Even if he doesn't admit it, Alpha Mraz was stunned by her chaotic face. Her teary eyes make her more alluring and the raging outrage in her eyes was more striking. He even has the urge to kiss her roughly during this period. Alpha Mraz blinked and let her go before backing a few steps away from her.

Maeva replied, her voice cool and clinical. "Red is such a bold color for someone who just lost her strategy, Maeva," Sloane sneered, her hand tightening on Kasen's arm. She looked around at the watching crowd, her voice dripping with mock pity. "But then again, some of us are meant to lead, and others are meant to watch. If you hadn't treated a financial genius like common clerical help, he never would have realized his true worth. A real man requires a real woman, Maeva. It's such a pity you couldn't hold onto him."

Just for this moment. Azraiel walked slowly towards her bed. He could see her clearly now. The first thing he saw was her leg. It looked painful even for a werewolf and he couldn't imagine the pain she was going through right now. The next thing he noticed was her height. A chuckle escaped him unwillingly. She was short alright, very short. Then his eyes slowly drifted to her face and his breath got caught in his throat. She was beautiful. She had an oval face with chubby cheeks and a fair complexion. Her nose was straight and small getting wider towards the bottom. Her pale lips were small but full. Long black wavy hair sprawled on the pillow created a halo behind her head. A raw scar ran f

"There are prophecies about you. Songs. Stories that mothers tell their daughters before bed. You are... anticipated." I shook my head, denial rising like a tide. "I'm sure there's a mix-up. Because I don't even know who I am." Goodness, I felt a headache coming up, it was sharper now. "I'm a maid. I scrub floors and polish vases. I'm no one. I've always been no one." She tilted her head, studying me with those ridiculous beautiful blue eyes. I don’t understand why this woman was looking at me like I was something else entirely. Like I mattered. Like I was important.

Agnes pushed open the door softly, her heart hammering against her ribs with an anxious, fluttering rhythm. Reclining against a mountain of plush white pillows was Maeve. Though her nineteen-year-old face was still pale and thin, the terrifying grayish tint that had haunted her skin during her coma was gone, replaced by a faint, healthy rose flush. A sleek, silent monitoring band rested gently around her wrist, pulsing with a steady, reassuring green light. When Maeve turned her head and her pale amber eyes locked onto Agnes, a weak but radiant smile broke across her face. "You look ridiculous in that sweater, Aggie," Maeve croaked softly, her voice raspy from disuse, though her trademark dr