Maia Novels & Stories

, I said. "Yes. The only singer I love who isn't a rapper is Sia", she replied. After awhile, she stood up. "I need to find the female's bathroom now," she said, "I'll be back soon." "Sure."

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

he growled, “Just so you realize who you’re dealing with.” I closed my eyes and whispered his name as evenly as I could. “Elian.” “Say it,” he commanded, and I swear to God, the man purred. His tongue flicked against my neck, his teeth grazed my skin, and his fingers kept up their infuriatingly perfect rhythm. “Tell me what you want, Maeve.” Words were hard. Grammar was dead. I was one more circle of his thumb away from transcending into the astral plane. “Fuck me.”

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

he continued before walking past his wife. Maia smiled, seeing Juan's firm back, which looked perfect. "Thank you. Don't worry, with Maia, your strong back won't support this tough life alone. I can share anything with you as long as you trust me, Juan…" Well, that's enough for today. Maia, whose mission is to save Ruby's world, has now taken her first steps. And this stage is truly beyond expectations. Maia didn't expect that honesty and an apology to Juan would actually melt the man's heart more easily.

I did as told lifting Malaya to sit next to me. I have him a once over and if it wasn't for his non existent breast, I'd say he's a she. His waist was really small, maybe a 24 or 26, his wider than usual and his ass was fat. He had such a beautiful smile and his eyes were beautiful too. God damn I'm star strucked. "Good morning, my name is Nurse Malakai Crawford and I'll be your nurse from now on. Miss June is on sick leave so I'm her replacement until she gets back" He said smiling politely.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

Once home, Maria began doodling ideas of what piece of jewelry she should make for Mai. Maria came up with the idea for using citrine topaz gemstones due to how much the color suited Mai's vibrant and confident nature. A girl whose aura glowed brighter than the sun; despite the tragedy of her past, she still possessed the willpower to move forward. Mai was the type of girl Maria envied yet also looked up to, the girl who deserved to be the heroine of her own story.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

“Excuse me Sirs and Madams,” Maia, the one known as the Eternal Monarch by her people who had no idea that such a title originally belonged to another, approached the table of the men and women whom she was secretly listening to. The nature of the bar, with all its noisiness and chaos made it so that its disoriented and boisterous clients didn’t notice Maia’s actions. And even if they had, it was highly unlikely that they would have paid any attention to her.