Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

I held my breath despite myself and I looked up to meet the gaze of my very reason for dilema. Maeve stood in my office doorway in a charcoal dress shirt and pants, her long, dark brownhair pulled back into a tight bun with no strand out of place. She looked like the epitome of professional. She held herself differently than she used to. Straighter. More confident, and the look in her eyes more mature than I was used to, if that made sense. My eyes moved over her face before I could decide not to. Her full pink lips were pursed into a thin line that hinted at reluctance, or was it impatience? She didn't want to be here...or was she still trying to elicit a stronger reaction from me?

Smith POV Maeve, a 30-year-old, petite and single. She is about 5' 5" without heels, wearing 4" stiletto heels. She is 5' 9". She is petite, her body is beautifully proportioned. In sunlight, her dark slightly curled hair strangely alternated in color between rich brown and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts are high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a man's hand. Her legs are long and slender, which gives her the appearance of being taller than her 5' 5" height. Her general expressions are good-natured and engaging, and admirable are the way her dark eyes light up when she speaks about anything she is passionate about. It is with reluctance about

Himself. Maeve arrived every day around ten in the morning, carrying fresh coffee and the smile that could still calm his inner storms. She wore comfortable clothes—leggings, oversized shirts, her hair tied up messily—and settled into the leather couch in the control booth as if it were her second home. Sometimes she stayed silent, just watching. Other times, she softly sang along with him on the parts already recorded, offering melody or lyric suggestions with that sensitivity Zion had learned to value more than any professional critique.

because before this, Nyssa had told her to scrub the stairwells leading to her chambers, leaving her in slave attire that was dirty And now She’d been summoned abruptly—this was Nyssa’s revenge, a pointed humiliation to remind her of her slave status. True shame numbed Celeste’s system. She fought back tears before a gentle hand touched her shoulder. “Ayvoc… is it truly you?” She turned to see a beautiful brunette smiling softly. “I am Maeve, daughter of Chief Korak of the Bluestone Pack.” Celeste bowed slightly. Her royal blood still showed even in slave attire . Her calm strides and the way she carried herself earned quiet praises, everything, even the small move she made was that of a tru

Doreen was on the floor roaring with laughter, her eyes brimmed with tears. “Maeve girl, when did you become so smart? I thought you were going to buy it for real!” Maeve’s smile turned into a smirk and she said, “She isn’t going to get a dime from me anymore.” Doreen regained herself and began to eat her food but with another glance at Maeve and the large box in front of her, she could not help asking, “So, are you going to wear it?” “Like hell but gosh, Gab, pretending is hard,” Maeve said with a gasp. The memory of everything that happened in her past life comes running in every time she sees Sandra and Dylan and all she wants to do is kill them with her bare hands.

she roared and stabbed her sword on the ground and the whole club exploded consuming everyone inside along side with herself . at the back of the building Maeve walked out with purple fire all over her body ,it had no effect on her at all .as soon as she got distance away the fire on her body fades out , she leap up and shapeshifted in to a black raven and flew out of sight ..

Beside Skyler Yaleman, a female celebrity with a graceful figure and beautiful face stood up. This woman could definitely be described as charming. By just standing there, it was enough to make her admirers’ minds run wild. Not many men in the world were able to resist her appeal. “Hello, Mr. Summers. My name is Maeve Lee. I’m excited to be working with you.” Maeve Lee, a top-class trending celebrity in the country who was popular in movies, dramas, and singing. She was currently Star Entertainment’s pillar as well as their leading celebrity.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Let her be where she is now, hating him for being such an irresponsible man. Reeves didn't feel passionate about Maeve. Maeve is an intellectual woman, very intelligent and comes from an upper class family who are friendly with her family. That's why when his mother told him to approach Maeve, leaving behind his playboy attitude in the past who liked to date women who were not classy, ​​Reeves did so without a second thought.