Novel & Cerita Maeve Rojas

“Maybe he felt sorry for her. I mean, look at her. She has a scar on her face and the bandages are still wrapped around her arms and legs. Like seriously… far from perfect.” A third tilted her head, gaze sharp. “Maybe he was curious… did he sleep with you? enjoy your presence?” I didn’t respond. Silence, I reminded myself. Silence keeps you breathing. Then someone moved. A chair scraped softly against the floor as a girl slid into the seat beside me, close enough that I startled despite myself. “I’m Maria,” she said quietly. “You don’t need to worry, I am not going to hurt you.” The room stilled.

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

She looked exactly like the pictures but more alive than any photograph could ever capture. “Hello, Matteo,” she said gently. My throat tightened. “This… this isn’t real.” “No,” she agreed. “But it’s needed.” I swallowed hard. “Where’s Ciara?” “Safe,” Maeve said. “Waiting for you, they both are.” The wind shifted, carrying her voice like a whisper through the grass. “I never wanted this life for her,” she said softly. “The danger. The blood. The fear.” I lowered my head. “I know.”

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

As if that was the most appropriate time to say something like that. "Who said Rayne is a human?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at her. "Rayne is a gifted human, not a normal human... I don't know if you all notice this or not, but Rayne basically revokes all the rules... We never expected to find her kind and find it safe to live with. Now that it happened, I can tell you that not a single rule applies on this girl except very few ones, the basic ones that go on all kinds," Elizabeth spoke, making my cold-blooded heart flutter with happiness. I had a chance with her. A chance that would not be deemed illegal. Rose came back with a girl who could not be more than twenty-three years old. Her

Rosa smiled at Josh, as did I. Rosa and Josh resembled each other, she had a pixie cut, grey hair but she still looked like she was in her late fortys, Rosa Bassett was beautiful, she was everything to Josh and to me as well, she was the mother I never had, no matter what. "Oh Rosie, you let the boy around the stove again" Martin says to his wife, shaking his head in disapproval.

I helped steady her as she rose, noticing the fresh tears that had formed in the corners of her eyes. Lastly, I moved to my friend, Maeve who had the saddest eyes of all, a dark brown that pools that seemed to hold the weight of the world now. As he opened them slowly and saw our grim surroundings, dread filled his gaze. "I know bro, I know..." I said quietly. "But, it's time to wake up."