Maia Novels & Stories

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Maya asked in a neutral voice. Looking at her, Laura thought that she had successfully managed to scare Maya. " What? Are you scared now?" Laura mocked making Maya snort. " Why would I be scared? I have been Looking forward to Seeing Luna for a long time." Maya replied with a smile on her face. Laura frowned. She thought she had managed to scare the shit out of Maya by using Luna's name. Who would have thought that the woman would not even flinch at the sound of Luna's name?

She apologized, and I shrugged it off nonchalantly. They were right after all. I am more beautiful than Lorelei, and Alpha Lorelei wasn't only dumb; he was blind. 'Our mate isn't blind,' a provoked Maia growled at me. 'Does that mean we are the ugly ones?' I teased her in return, which made her flare up. Maia scolded me a lot before she clarified with a grumble, 'Our perfect mate isn't blind, and we're the most beautiful women in the world.' After completing her words, she blocked me and retreated into my mind, which made me stifle a chuckle.

The woman scolded her. Moira laughed. "I'm home alright, Mama." The woman seems like realized my presence. "Oh, you come with someone?" Moira seems to be nervous. I stand to greet her. "Good afternoon, Ma'am." "Good afternoon, Young Man. Care to introduce him to me, Moira?" she teased her daughter. "Um ... Ma, this is Drake. He want me to introduce him as my future husband," she mumbled with a red face, I can't hold myself from laughing.

he adds, shocking her. “What?” “You are not Maia Lincoln. Your name is Amairaa Sarris, granddaughter of King Athas Ioannis Sarris.”

Maia stated when she let Blake go flustered. “Cough, you said you are the Goddess Maia. I have a recollection of such a person in Roman literature. You should be the Goddess of sexual prowess, playfulness, and wishes. Is Julie alright? You are not harming her soul, are you?” Blake bluntly asked. Whether she was a residing soul or not, he would not let her go if Julie was harmed in any way.

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream. “Harper Holmes?” she said

Truth is a fire: it purifies, but it hurts while it burns. I looked toward the back of the room, where Warren’s lineage watched the fall of their “prince.” Regina stood pale, a cracked marble mask. But Maia made me nauseous. A predatory glint lit her eyes, and she held a half-smile that bordered on euphoria. To Maia, the destruction of my marriage wasn’t a tragedy; it was an opportunity. She saw Warren finally free from his commitment to me, ready to be the prize she had always coveted. She was a vulture waiting for the carcass to cool.

MARIA'S POV. It was a bright morning, the sun shining at its peak, casting a beautiful glow through the hospital glass, my hips swinging left and right as I walked through the hospital halls. The male doctors and some patients' mouths fell open as I passed them, they whispered among themselves. “Isn't that Maria Maria?” They asked each other. Yes, I am Maria Maria, I changed my last name, there was no need to carry on my last name after they chased me out of the company.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.