Maia Poetry Book Novels & Stories

“Then Damon’s an idiot. Reading is the cheapest form of therapy.” They split up, each wandering an aisle. Mya found herself in the romance section—rows of pastel covers with soft titles. Her hand brushed one spine, then another, until she stopped on a novel about a woman who rebuilt her life after betrayal. The blurb made her chest ache. She added it to her armful without thinking. When she found Trina again, her friend was crouched near the bottom shelf, flipping through a poetry book. “You ever notice how love poems are just heartbreak written before it happens?” Trina said absently.

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

I wrapped my free hand in the satin fabric of the dress, trying my best to control my anxiety as Alpha Kaia opened the book that lay before her on the altar. It was the Book of the Moon, the sacred writings that the Goddess had left for us. I had never seen it with my own eyes and, Holy Moon, just thinking that the Alpha herself was about to perform that ceremony made me tremble.

Amber Brown The next day I got out of bed feeling all crushed, I cried for countless hours thinking about what I was going to do to get by, I searched all over the room that Mom used, in the vain hope of finding the ring that she had managed to save during the robbery, maybe I wanted to delude myself with the idea that she might have screwed up and forgotten it. But of course, I was fooling myself, nevertheless, hope is always something very strong in us, I wanted to believe, maybe force myself to look so that I wouldn't feel as abandoned as I was feeling at the moment.

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ I got back to Camila’s cottage by almost midnight because I had paid an anonymous visit to Mathilda at the hospital to make sure she was doing fine, and I had to trek back to the cottage. To my surprise, I met Maia waiting outside with a torch and her eyes glued to a book. “Don’t you know you shouldn’t be reading novels at night, especially with dim lights.” She let out a smile as she looked up. “Finally, you’re back.” “What are you reading?” I said, attempting to snatch the novel from her hands but she quickly hid it behind her. “Oh, is that a romance book or an erotic novel?” “Eww,” She grimaced. “I don’t read those, they’re boring and cringe.” She rose the book up in the ai

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."