Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

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.

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?”

he says gesturing to the file. I opened the file and my eyes fall on a picture of a young woman first. She had ash brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and pink pouty lips that made her look younger than she was. Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased),

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

She was confused because Theo Valencia did indeed have a name for himself in the industry and the articles upon articles she had read convinced her otherwise of what Krister had just said. “In business aspects, sure. But you know, being casual with people or just people overall, he’s dumb with that kind of thing.” he said before standing up. “Let’s get you ready. Sei was never late to any of her appointments and meetings.” Rojean took off her ring which Krister specifically said only when they were around people underground and she could put it back on when she was off work. “Too bad, you seem nice. You and Sei would have made the perfect couple. You’ve already memorised everything about her

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

But this is another level of bullshit! What the fuck is wrong with the moon goddess? Is she on some kind of drug? I didn't even realize when my razor claws replaced my nails. My hand swings swiftly, piercing through Jax's abdomen. Blood, along with some jelly thingy, sluggishly seep out from the deep slice on his stomach. Probably his intestines. Ewww. My gaze falls on my bloodstained hands, an air of melancholy cloaks me from everywhere, making me feel dark and gloomy. Today, I didn’t enjoy my favorite hobby, killing rogues. I didn’t savor his shrill screams, his horror face, nothing.

"Yes, I do. But she's not ready. Not now. Not for some time. Do you remember what the old woman from Lycenna said? That Maeve's powers would be… immense, is how I took it." "I do," I replied, turning around. "I think she'll be a powerful White Queen, Troy, when her time comes. But Maeve still needs to learn who she is, before she knows what she can do." I swallowed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Not what you were expecting from a mate, right?" Rosalie said with a little laugh, her blue eyes glistening in the light of the hearth. "I knew I was in for it the first time I saw her, Rosalie." I smiled, shaking my head. #

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.