Maya And Carina Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maya still gave her provocative remarks to Aria. For Maya, nothing was more enjoyable than seeing the jealous look on Aria's face for now. She just wanted to make Aria feel a warmer pulse. Making her feel even more painful. "I can't understand Lucas' way of thinking, I mean yeah he already knows that Karina slapped me"

“I needed a moment to breathe. Did you miss me?” He drew me flush against his side, his touch possessive. Maya's voice sighed wistfully from beside him, as if she were witnessing the unfolding of a perfect love story. “Oh—this is my friend Maya Carter,” I said, turning slightly in Jay’s embrace. “Maya, this is my fiancé, Alpha Jay.” Maya greeted him with politeness, and Jay responded with the signature aloofness of his grace. “I will leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said, smiling playfully, and disappeared into the crowd.

He then turned and left. Upon reaching the elevator, he told maya she had just 10 minutes to be back if not that she should be ready to walk back home.Maya then walked to the office, got the documents and went back to the car.She opened the car and got in but refused to speak to him on the way back home.He turned to face the window as he kept on smoking his cigarettes.Her eyes filled with tires and her heart filled with pain she didn't believe she was going to spend the rest of her life with such a cold person.When the car pulled over, she got down and wiped her tires.She then walked to the front door and unturned the knob.

He turned the key, and the engine roared to life, the sound vibrating through her entire body. With a smooth motion, Neon put the car in gear, and they glided out of the driveway, the wind blowing through Maya's hair as they sped away into the morning sun. She felt alive, free, and utterly captivated by the boy beside her. Maya's voice was laced with a hint of curiosity and concern as she asked, "How do you think our friends will react if they found out we're mates?" Her eyes locked onto Neon's, searching for reassurance. Neon's response was a gentle kiss on their intertwined hands, his lips warm and tender. Maya's blush deepened, her heart skipping a beat at the tender gesture.

Mirna stares at her sister, her eyes wide with shock. “You’re saying this? You, the one who wanted to kill her because she stole the alpha’s attention from you?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at Maya. “My thing with the alpha was just a few hookups,” Maya admits. “Sure, I always hoped for his attention or that he’d choose me as his mate someday, but that was just foolishness during my more desperate moments. Carla already had her own plans, and she was never going to let anyone but Inés, her precious little pet, be the alpha’s mate. Everything that’s happening now is proof of 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.

“Not even a hint of chivalry. If you were going to throw me out, why drag me into your car? Did I ask?” Kan turned to Maya and, in a swift movement, held her tightly against his body, restraining her as if to stop any attempt to flee. “I didn’t say you could get out,” he growled into her ear as her hands braced against his chest. She tried to resist, but the bond between them, so deep, was stronger than her will. Powerless to pull away, Maya wrapped her arms around his neck and, in a sudden impulse, kissed him—pressed her lips to his without knowing what she was doing—until Kan parted his lips, gently grazed her lower lip with his teeth, and kissed her deeply, as if trying to drown her in it

Her head lolled against his shoulder, hair cascading down his arm like silk. Star skipped ahead as they made their way to the waiting car, chattering excitedly about seeing her aunt and showing Maya all the things she wanted to share. Carlos listened with half an ear, his attention focused on the precious weight in his arms and the knowledge that this would be one of the last times he would hold Maya like this. The drive to the airstrip felt both endless and far too short. Star pressed her face to the window, marveling at the passing scenery, while Carlos held Maya close, memorizing the feel of her breath against his neck, the way her hand curled trustingly against his chest.

"I ran. Like a coward. He chased me. I hid in the bodega until he left." Maya sat next to me. Took the plate back. Set it on the coffee table. "Sloane." "I know." "Do you? Because this is insane. You love him. He loves you. You're both miserable. Fix it." "It's not that simple." "It is exactly that simple." My phone buzzed on the cushion beside me. I glanced at it. Caroline. I let it ring. "Answer it," Maya said. "No." "She'll keep calling if you don't."

Maya closed her laptop slowly. “So she’s done this before,” she said quietly. “And she might be trying to do it again.” “Allegedly,” Dante corrects. “Yes,” she mutters. “Allegedly.” Carter finally leaned forward. “Thank you,” he said to her and she nodded “And I mean it.” “Thank you too,” he said, facing me. “I don’t like patterns,” she said. “Neither do I,” Carter replied. Eventually, Maya stood. “I should go,” she said.