Maia Poetry Book Novels & Stories

The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.” Maeve held the copy between her hands, seated at the signing table in the bookstore she had chosen with deliberate care. Not the largest, not the most famous, but the one where, at seventeen, she had bought her first poetry book on a rainy afternoon, escaping home to avoid her mother’s acidic comments about her school essay. There was something circular about that choice — the girl who had sought refuge in other people’s words was now offering her own as shelter.

Maia laughed, covering the true meaning of her words with a smile. After dinner, with night falling, Maia did not stay much longer. She suggested they rest early and then drove back to Cloud Nine Residences. After freshening up, she sat on the couch, holding the pages that Chantelle had given her before. She could not let go of Chantelle and Celia's departure. She repeatedly read these pages, trying to memorize every word as if to recite the densely written text. Then she placed the pages back into the book, restoring the torn pages, and the sentence on the book pages connected seamlessly.

Maia says as she yells from the bathroom. “Hang on…” I say. I take the towel and walk to the bathroom, I give her the towel behind the shower curtain “Here babe” I say. “Ahh… thanks!” Maia says. I walk to our bedroom and lean on the bed. I take the book from the bedside drawer and read it. I reach for my phone and turn on the music… I’m listening to I’d rather go blind by Etta James. Maia wearing her clothes in front of me and I occasionally stare at her. Maia dances following the music… she’s staring at me with her brownie sexy eyes as if her eyes tell something to me.

Then she carried it back to her room. Maia sat down on her study table and started reading the books she took from the library. She read and understood every article written in the book. Her unique ability is a big help because she remembers everything quickly. Her reading was interrupted by a sudden knock from the door. Eventually it opened and two maids entered carrying trays in their hands. They put it neatly on the table and also quickly left afterwards. She ignored that and just continued reading. She’s really serious about learning all about pregnancy because she doesn’t want to make mistakes. Maia was afraid that she might do something bad for her baby. She wants everything to be perf

***Ava's Pov*** The Swahili philosophers once said Majuto ni mjukuu, huja baadaye. Meaning regrets are like a grandchild, they usually come at a later date. That is how I felt when I woke up sandwiched by the Romans brothers. Don't get me wrong, I loved every fucking second of what happened the previous night. But I couldn't help but regret the timing. We should have made sure that Renata and Reynard had travelled and arrived safely.

Mia shrugged and for a moment I felt like my ears weren't hearing the right thing. "Mia, are you sure you didn't take anything that messed with your reason? When did you start believing in luck, not just any luck but bad luck". I was trying to wrap my head around what she just told me. "Luck exists, this book here talks about it" she handed me a book and here I thought that she was reading a textbook. I didn't know she was reading something else titled "Existence of luck". "This is complete nonsense even if the title doesn't make any sense. Mia, not everything you read in books or on the internet are true and besides where did you get this book?" I looked at the book once again.

Mia's Pov I stood alone in the heart of the woods, my voice echoing through the trees as I chanted the spell over and over again. Each repetition felt like a desperate plea, but the magic refused to respond. Frustration gnawed at me as I clutched the book of enchantments, flipping through its pages to ensure I hadn’t missed a single detail. The words were right, the movements were precise—so why the hell wasn’t it working?

He firmly added as there was a round of applause in the room. Someone else would have found an excuse not to work. The person would have used their current state as an excuse, but Alejandro wasn't going to do that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Mama," Maía said her first word. “Aaaw, she just said mama." Zendaya gushed as Maía repeated it. “Baby," Zendaya added carrying her and twirling her around. "Mama missed you baby." She pinched her chubby cheeks. “Welcome, Ma'am." Avana greeted taking her back upstairs.

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.