Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

Maeve slapped his hand away and moved past him, her eyes locking onto the trembling girl on the mattress. The blonde looked up with glassy, blown-out eyes, her chest rising and falling fast. She was beautiful with thick curves, swollen pink lips, and cheeks flushed a deep, burning red from Cedric's rough treatment. She looked about twenty, her youthful innocence practically radiating off her. Suddenly, a heavy, throbbing heat pooled low in Maeve's stomach. Her mouth watered. She loved seeing pure things broken. She held the girl's terrified gaze for a moment, then looked over her shoulder at Cedric. "Finish what you started," Maeve ordered, dropping into the leather armchair in the corner an

Shiloh took the hand. Gruvv invited the woman to sit down, now they were sitting in the garden near the big tree in front of the house. Ave had tea and snacks on the table. “I'm Maeve, the wife of Mateo Elnathan.” Shiloh was silent for a moment then nodded stiffly, “I am, Shiloh Rudapriya.”

‘Good morning my name is Ivory hemming I’m a water elemental, the ice type and also in my first year, I’m sure we’ve all being briefed on what we’re doing in Buklime mountain’ Ivory sais heading straight to business. They all nodded, Ivory saw two familiar faces and her heart almost leaped out of her chest. It was the guy and girl whom were with Alfred two days ago. Ivory quickly looked somewhere else when she saw the guy staring at her, it was a little bit embarrassing. ‘I’ll introduce everyone, we’ve all introduced ourselves before you got here’ Natasha said to ivory ‘this is Chevy Sinclair a second year and a phase two witch’. He waves at ivory who in turns smiles carefully. ‘This is Nara

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

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.

He had Giovani and me by his side, but his gaze would always turn sad whenever we would pass a lake as if he could imagine my mother being there. Halting in my tracks, I glance over my shoulder, finding Maeve tilting her head at me with a weak smile. She is beautiful, like a gemstone in a place with rocks. Her soul is so pure. I love how she makes friends and acquaintances out of everyone she meets. In a world that has been utter darkness from the beginning, she is that girl taking my hand, leading me out of a dark tunnel with a smile. She is the sun, the strongest person I know, and she doesn't even know.

I walked to the center of the stage and accepted the microphone, then calmly swept my gaze across the hall. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am Stardust, creator of 'Moonfall on Leviathan.' And my real name is Maeve Rosethorn." The hall erupted in an uproar. Danika staggered back, looking ashen-faced, while Alder's thoughts hit me like a massive, crushing tidal wave. [Maeve is Stardust? How is that even possible? [The legendary, genius artist I spent six months trying to track down, who I was willing to pay any price to work with, was sleeping beside me this whole time!]

From the deep, black shadows of the western terrace limestone walls, a single, elegant figure emerged, her high heels clicking softly, deliberately against the debris-strewn floor. It was Maeve. Her long silk dress was torn at the hem, her perfect hair slightly disheveled, but her face was twisted into an expression of pure, venomous ecstasy. She wasn't alone. Backed by a rogue security detail of eight heavy assets whose uniforms bore no corporate markings, she walked into the center of the terrace light. But it wasn't the rogue security detail that made my heart completely stop beating. To my absolute horror, Maeve’s left hand was wrapped tightly into the thick, dark hair of a visibly terri

After doing a smokey eye make-up with mascara without putting any eyeliner or extended lashes, then finishing her look with a deep red lipstick that matches her 4 inch heels. Finally, Maeve added a little jewelry to spark her up. Leaving her neck bare, for reasons only Maeve would know. She was only wearing a golden bracelet on her right wrist and a gold watch on her left wrist and a pearl ring with a golden band on her left middle finger. Sara stared at herself in the mirror. With her mouth wiped open, she thought for a second she had lost her jaw. "Close your mouth before you catch something." Says Maeve with humor in her voice. Shaking her head, she looks back at Maeve and back to the mir

Maeve reminds me. I nod and sigh. I still feel guilty for calling him the mole without any proof. Jim has been nothing but good to me all these years. The door opens and Roxy walks in. "Look who's here! The rude girl in a black outfit. It's like you never left. I've missed your rude ass," Maeve jumps and hugs Roxy. "That's right, back like I never went nowhere!" Roxy says taking off her dark sunglasses. "Hey babe," I say and hug her.