Maya And The Three Zatz Novels & Stories

At the sound of my seatbelt clicking Dmitry left the driveway in a hurry as he drove us to the overcrowded mall. ‘Text me when you’re done’ he said as he walked away from Sasha and I. ‘Where to Zayka?’ Sasha asked. Exhaustion written all over his features. ‘Coffee, I think’ I replied, knowing a little pick me up would do him some good. ‘Mmm, good plan. But you’re paying’ he said. ‘What?’ I asked, shocked.

“Are you okay with this?” I nodded. “Yeah. I think so.” The woman turned. “I am Mara but in our language they call me Moar’ahii. Come with me.” We followed her into the village. People stared at us but not in a mean way, they looked curious. Some smiled. A little girl ran up and gave me a flower. I took it. It smelled sweet. Mara led us to a house near the big fire. Inside it was cool. Mats on the floor. A small table. The smell of bread and meat.

“The moment you were born, your fate was set in stone. You have been preparing for this moment your entire life. But, that girl; she just found out that she is responsible for lives and deaths of three men who are her mates.” Staggering slightly, I gripped the headrest of the sofa. I would have thought about her if I weren’t so worried about my brothers. A few sentences from her and my beautiful family would crumble. My brothers seemed to think differently. The moment, mom spoke about her, they grew worried. “Our mate is very young.” Kramen said, running his fingers through his hair. “She probably had just shifted for the first time.” “She must have gotten the shock of her life.” Mom said, m

That maybe this was all another cruel misunderstanding. I pushed the door open. And my world cracked. They were all there. The Alpha triplets—Cain, Caleb, and Cypril—were gathered on the bed. And between them was Amelia. She was seated comfortably among them, laughter on her lips, her body angled toward theirs with familiarity that burned my eyes. Cain’s hand rested casually at her waist. Caleb leaned close, his forehead touching hers. Cypril brushed his lips against her cheek, then her lips, slow and deliberate, as if the world beyond that bed did not exist.

Warning - Trigger warning scene ahead. Kindly read at your own risk. 🔞🔞🔞 Zayed's p.o.v " Zayed mamu(uncle)...what have you bought for us?" Mayra and Maisha my sister's daughter asked me excitedly. Both are 7 years old and too much naughty. I don't know how Api(sister) handle these two monkeys. I have come to my sister's house to invite them for my walima(reception). They couldn't attend the wedding but they will attend the Walima for sure.

But the story’s almost over. I’m changing the ending, Dad, Maya said. She sprinted toward the machine—the Gateway. This was the place where the star-power first poured into the world. Her father moved fast, blocking her. If you open that, you don’t just send the energy back. You’re inviting the others. The Gardeners. The Judges. They’re not finished with us. Then we’ll be ready! Maya shouted. She leapt at him. They crashed into the windows—sixty floors up, hanging above the city. She could see everyone below, tiny as ants. She saw the little forest she made, the black helicopters circling, hungry.

silas something* *Maya: zariel i am begging you to remember he reads FACES for a living. practice your normal smile in a mirror before he gets there because your normal smile is unhinged* *I do not have an unhinged smile* *Maya: you absolutely do. it's the one you used on that groom's mother who hated you. terrifying. effective. but terrifying*

So different from Derek, Karina, and me — we love each other, we tolerate each other's presence, but real warmth like that is a foreign language in our family. I stop and watch. And the longer I look at Maya, the stranger the feelings kindling in my chest. How does a woman who looks this pure beside her family — the same woman who gave away an expensive bracelet to a maid to save her child — scheme her way to Luna? If she were truly hunting the title, wouldn't she be fighting for my favor instead of avoiding me like the plague? "Finally, your rusty brain starts working. Maya did not drug you. I was starting to think you were an ostrich," Zev says.

“Show them.” Maya’s throat went dry. The little toy buzzed faintly in her hand, light and deceptively innocent. She looked at the screen, at the scrolling comments begging, coaxing, cheering them on. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Zoe leaned close, lips brushing her ear. “All you have to do is turn it on.” Maya stared at the toy for another long moment—then, with a trembling breath, she clicked the button. A low hum filled the air.