Novel & Cerita Maya And Carina Fanfiction

I end. “Wow, that’s surprising Maia!” Cara shook her head and chuckles. “I didn’t expect that you can get involved into that kind of thing” She ends. “I mean… yes, I helped her! But I cut myself and leave... Now I’m lamenting myself for leaving her for the rest of my life!” I chuckle but my heart feels stuffy. “So, you still love her?” Cara asks. “I guess” I sigh and I’m making a pouty face. “What a lucky girl!” Cara exclaims and chuckles.

Zane. My heart raced as I walked into my office, followed by Maya. I had not seen her since that time with Harry. Asking her to come to my office had been a spur of the moment decision I had taken because I couldn’t bear to see her with that guy. Maya closed the door behind her and turned to me and our eyes met. Her gaze was cold. “Hello, Maya.” I said, smiling a little, hoping that would put her at ease. “Good evening, Mr. Carrington.” She said, coolly. The message behind that was clear. She wanted to keep things professional. But, it was too late and she was my destined mate. I had a few minutes to change that.

My fiancé, Don Luciano Carbone, and my best friend, Maya, never got along. They fought every time they met. But just before my wedding, I found out they’d been sleeping together for a long time. Today, Maya flew in from Miami for my last week of freedom. She’d chopped her hair. Short, black, and rebellious. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, and the same old pair of Doc Martens. She was an anarchist in my world of etiquette and order. But she was my best friend.

That was supposed to be enough. “Maya,” Liv said, catching me at the front doors. “Hey,” I said, startled. “You left without me,” she said, falling into step. “Sorry,” I said, “I was in the library.” “With who,” she asked, bumping my shoulder. Liv is my best friend, and she has been since fourth grade when I shared my pudding cup. She is honest, loud, and does not let me get away with anything. She plays soccer, owns too many hoodies, and tells me when my ideas are bad. She knows about the whiteboard because she gave it to me, half as a joke, half as a dare. She said, “You think too much, Chen. Just do something.” So I did.

Have the mother I never had growing up. It felt like Maya had stolen away that dream away from me completely. Everytime I walked into the room where I kept her, the soft beeping of the heart monitor, the tubes running down her pale arms, I felt my anger multiplying. I could only see red. The attraction I had for Maya would suddenly vanish, and the only thing I could see behind my eyes was hatred, blood. I wanted her to suffer, rip everything out that brought smiles to her face. I wanted to steal her identity and leave her as a shell.

I teased, pulling my leather jacket a little tighter around my shoulders to ward off a sudden breeze. "We are recovering from extreme physical exertion," Maya countered smoothly, swallowing the grape and shooting me a wicked, heavy-lidded wink. "Some of us have boyfriends with incredible stamina. And some of us..." She paused, her brown eyes narrowing playfully as she scrutinized my flushed face. "...have billionaires who apparently don't let them sleep." I felt the heat rise instantly to my cheeks, turning my face a violent shade of crimson. Liam chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. He reached down, threading his fingers through Maya’s messy curls. "Leave her alone, May. She’s doi

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o

And before she could say any other thing, Jason carried her bridal style and went upstairs, Maya giggled as she cringed her hands around his neck holding him firmly Maya's giggles filled the room as Jason carried her up the stairs. He was strong and sturdy, and she felt safe and secure in his arms. When they got to the room, Jason gently set her down, looking into her eyes. Maya's breath caught in her throat, the intensity of his gaze causing her heart to race. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. The kiss was gentle at first but then it intensified and they both gasped to catch their breath.

His teeth grazed my skin and I shivered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he rasped, his breath scalding against my throat. “Yes,” I whispered, trembling. “Because you’re doing the same to me.” He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and burning, as if he was fighting a war inside himself. “You’re playing with fire, Maya.” “Then let me burn,” I said, my chest rising hard against his. The last of his restraint snapped. His kiss turned wild, crushing, his hands tugging my shirt up so fast I barely had time to breathe before the fabric was gone.

"Lucien, you don't have to.." "I insist." I didn't feel cold. Vampires didn't. But the gesture was automatic, protective. She pulled my jacket closer, and I caught her subtle inhale, breathing in my scent from the fabric. Cedar and something darker, older. Did she find it pleasant? Comforting? Did I want her to? "This is probably a bad idea," Maya said suddenly, stopping near her car. My dead heart would have stuttered if it could. "What is?" "This. Us. Whatever this is becoming." She turned to face me fully, her blue eyes conflicted. "I told myself I was choosing myself. No romantic complications. Just healing and growth and figuring out who I am."