Maeve Rojas Novels & Stories

My hand rests on the doorknob and I turn it as slowly as I can, making sure the door doesn’t squeak as I push it open. I push the door open an inch, just enough to see. Maeve’s on her bed, eyes closed and facing the door. Slivers of moonlight cast through the curtains illuminating her like she is the prize at the end of a rainbow. Sheets are twisted around her ankles, her sleep tank top is raised to show off her flat stomach. She’s on her knees in a pair of panties, her body moving in slow, rolling waves. The bed creaks under her as her hips undulate over the giant stuffed teddy bear she keeps on her bed.

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

I watch in silence as images of the Roguelands bleed into Moonrise, where Maeve appears, waving to spectators as she steps off a private train car surrounded by her guards. “Queen Maeve has just returned from her tour of Tarsian,” the anchor announces as the footage cuts to video of Maeve meeting with the Alphas and Betas of Tarsian. The voice of the anchor fades, and all I can see is her. Her, moving through a crowd of excited onlookers. Her, dressed finely in suits or gowns. Her, looking… worn. Tired, maybe even a little sick. The dark circles under her eyes are mostly masked by the golden glow of her skin that seems to shine brighter than usual, like she’s actively using her powers in som

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Their eyes lit up when they saw me, and they stopped right in front of us. Clara leaned closer to me, but I stood tall. The one in the middle smiled, her red lips curling slowly. “We realized,” she said, her voice sharp, “that we have not introduced ourselves properly.” Her eyes moved over me like a snake sliding on skin. She pointed at herself. “I am Maeve. These are Naomi and Bella.” The two at her side smirked and tilted their heads. Maeve stepped closer, her eyes cutting into mine. “I heard you went out on a picnic with Ragnar,” she said. “Tell me. What did you do with him?”

In her hands, she carried a heavy silver tray bearing a pot of steaming tea, fresh bread, and fruit. "I didn't mean to startle you," the woman said, offering a warm, compassionate smile as she set the tray down on the edge of the desk. "I am Maeve. One of the keepers of the wards here. I thought the chronicler might need sustenance before she drowns in the Sovereign’s ghosts."

I wondered what she was thinking at that moment; I hoped she wasn’t threatened, but I knew right away that she wasn’t comfortable. “Xaden, hello,” Mia said as she reached the bottom step. “I’m excited to be getting out of here with you. How about we—” her voice trailed off once she spotted Maeve. At first, she looked startled, but then she started to look almost cold… I shook my head; it had to be my imagination. From what I knew about Mia, she was very kind. Last night proved just that. “H… Hello Princess,” Maeve stammered as she curtsied.

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color

"But worry not. I'll mention you and Juliet to her, and perhaps we can plan a visit sometime in the future." Maeve smiled. "Ah, we haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? I'm Catrina," I said, reaching out my hand. Maeve gave me a handshake with her tiny hand. "I'm Maeve Lauder." "Oh yeah, you haven't met my friend. The one standing over there is Alpha Carlo Donovan." Maeve looked at Carlo briefly before returning her gaze to me, her expression filled with worry. "Don't worry, though he looks intimidating and grumpy, he's not."