Maui Moana Novels & Stories

Maggie said grabbing her hand and holding tight as they interlocked fingers. "Maggie, I can't do this without you, we're a team nau, please nau.." "Alpha Tango 455 Charlie Delta" Maggie says weakly. "No Maggie, you gotta Alpha Tango that yourself...". "Say it..." she interrupted grabbing Roma tighter. "Alpha Tango 455 Charlie Delta" "That's my girl" she smiled weakly. "That's my password to everything" "I'm at peace now..." she chocked a little and coughed. "No... Please ... Maggie, no..."

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

Alan had booked this for only him and Ashley because he wanted this honeymoon to be a special one if it would be one of the things she would hold onto for 2 years. They boarded the helicopter and their tourism started, this lasted for over an hour. They were going to see the highlight of west Maui, then fly across Palilo Channel to discover Hawaii's tallest waterfalls along Molakia's remote and isolated north shore and capture the world's steepest sea cliff before returning through the heart of west Maui mountain. Ashley definitely didn't forget to take pictures of everywhere and everything the tourist guide showed them, she even took a photo with Alan for memory's sake.

Otherwise, he usually looked cold and emotionless. "Alright, we can have whatever you feel like having later." The helicopter had stopped at an island nearby. It was an island located on the Paciana Ocean. The island was called Monarda Island. Monarda Island had good weather all year round. Its scenery was gorgeous. It had beautiful beaches and was rich in sea produce. It was known as one of the most luxurious holiday destinations on the Paciana Ocean. Back when Monarda Island was being developed, the Hamilton Group participated in a number of projects on the island.

Claire shrugged as she put on her sunshades. "We're in Bora Bora now. It's a vacation, you should take some well deserved time off, honeymoon or not." Bora Bora was quite beautiful. Claire couldn't quite put her foot on why exactly it was, maybe it was the mix of the lagoons breathtaking shades of turquoise, aquamarine, sapphire, emerald, fluorescent green and electric blue – she could spend a day or two there just trying to get her mind around the myriad of colours; the impressive rock face of Mt. Otemanu that towered over the whole lagoon; the crystal clear water and pristine white sandy beaches; the low-rise resorts that gave the place a very exclusive feel with their idyllic thatched roo

It was still bent over and didn't seem to want to meet Misty's sharp gaze. Macon Payabyab was a shy-type person who works as a bartender at the bar where Misty was a regular for a long time. He has a good appearance, but he's a poor man in Misty's eyes. She doesn't like this type of guy, who is poor and doesn't have enough money just like her, tsk! “Thanks,” Misty smiled seductively as she handed over the margarita and deliberately slid her hand slightly at the bartender. She saw the man goosebumps and she laughed in her mind.

Hakeem holds his hand out for her to grab and she waddles to him before they hurry to the cottage. I turn back when I hear another person exiting the vehicle. I turn to see a stunning woman stepping down from the car and turning to Gael. They lean their faces into each other, pressing their foreheads and noses. Their right hands are clasped together and their left hands rest on the other’s upper arms. They hold this position for about 6 heartbeats before they pull away and the woman murmurs, “Kia ora, Alpha” (“Be well, Alpha,” traditional Māori greeting).

"Quel, can you take me to the cliff?" "What cliff? Are you planning to jump and kill yourself?" I snorted. "Nope, I just wanna breath the fresh air. Another thing is, I love the tranquility of that place. You know, the cliff where you brought me last, last day?" "Come on, Jha. We both know you just want a better view of the moon." "Argh! Of course!" I exaggeratingly screamed. "Did you know that the Polynesian islanders of the Pacific Ocean say that the moon is a creator goddess named Hina and the women called wahines are her representative in the world." I proudly said.

He placed his massive hand directly over the entire Pacific Ocean, covering the violent, volatile tectonic boundary known as the Ring of Fire. "The children can handle the shallow fractures," Kaelen rumbled, his cosmic eyes completely unreadable. "But the Skarn are breeding deep. The Marianas Trench is bleeding resonance into the ocean floor. The pressure down there is too dense for the young wolves, and the human transports cannot reach it." Killian’s jaw tightened. "You are going alone?"

Maui nodded and adjusted the blanket around her. Careful. Gentle. Like she was afraid too much pressure would break something already fragile. When her mother fell asleep again, Maui stood in the doorway for a long moment. Watching. Thinking. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she exhaled slowly. Then she went to her room. Closed the door. And finally allowed her shoulders to drop. She sat on the bed. Opened her bag. Took out the medication packet. Stared at it. Hormonal regulation.