Novel & Cerita Maya And The Three Zatz

Tristan and I stared abash at my dumb best friend who was now seated on the bed with her towel still secured tightly around her chest. "Would you like a threesome, miss?" Tristan joked and Maya scowled at him. Her facial expression was funny like she had taken a single squeeze from a grape fruit. "Euw, that's gross." She held her neck and acted like she was gagging. "Wait, I heard threesomes are hot and then maybe you could get to watch Jade and I touch ourselves. I know you watch lesbian porn." What the hell? I gripped the wrist of my boyfriend and dragged him out of the room. Maya laughed her gut out and she could still be heard from outside my door.

Zara Just as I said that, I watched tears spill out of the little girl’s eyes. A part of me died down inside as the tears gave away. “Please, Zara. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to die. I want to fulfil my dreams before I go. Please, please, please,” Maya pleaded. I looked down at her meekly. This made my heart soften which was unusual. “I won’t tell anyone. It’s ok,” I said, out of pity.

Roseline leaned close, whispering, “Don’t look so stiff, Maya. This is normal for them. They celebrate with all their hearts… and bodies.” I blushed, nudging her playfully. “Easy for you to say. You’ve been here your whole life.” She laughed softly, the glow of lanterns reflecting in her eyes. “True. But you’ll get used to it. Besides, you’re among friends now.” That’s when I spotted Zain across the room. He waved at me enthusiastically, a proud grin plastered on his face. “Maya! Over here!” I made my way toward him, dodging a few overly affectionate vampires on the way. Zain’s red-tinted eyes sparkled with excitement. “You came! I told you I was celebrating tonight!”

Maya woke up feeling sore all over her body, she sat upright on the strange bed trying to figure out what happened. She turned to see an unfamiliar figure on the other side of the bed sleeping soundly, she gasped and quickly had a flashback of what happened. Maya is a young beautiful lady who grew up without her parents, she stays with her aunt who trained her for college but couldn't further because of a lack of money. Maya decided to struggle on her own by going for a mini job to gather money for her school, she got a job in a well-known clubhouse as a waitress along with her best friend Mia, both have known each other right from school.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

‍ Because her poise said she’d seen enoug⁠h of the world to stop beli‌eving in fairy t‌ales⁠. “You look distract⁠e​d,” Maya‌ said, eyebrow​ arched. Zane smirked.⁠ “Lon⁠g day​.” She tilted h​e‌r h⁠ead, as if d​eciding wheth‌er to belie⁠ve him. “Is there a​nything e​ls​e I sh‌ould be a‌ware of befor‍e‍ I finali‌ze tomorrow’s talki⁠ng poin‍ts?”

Maya’s eyes went wide, then wider, and then she sat back and shook her head with the expression of someone watching a very elaborate structure begin to collapse from its foundation. “He is absolutely in for it,” she said quietly. “He has no idea what’s coming,” Zara agreed. A comfortable silence fell over the three of them the easy, warm quiet of people who have been through something together and are sitting on the other side of it. The night was soft around them, the garden lit amber from the porch. Then Maya exhaled a different kind of breath, the kind that precedes something that has been held back for a while.

Lila was sitting on the stairs behind her, her eyes squinting in suspicion. As soon as we stepped outside, Maya swiftly took out her phone and requested an Uber. During the drive, my heart kept racing. “What happens if I get caught, Maya? I’m really scared. I shouldn’t have shown up " I whispered, looking around anxiously. She nodded her head decisively. "Zara, do you really want to spend your life confined to that gloomy house? You're twenty-two, you should experience more of life.” Then flashing a smile she changed the subject. "Besides… you could encounter your prince charming this evening. Someone who will rescue you from your adoptive mother and sister.”

she said the moment her friend answered. “What did he do this time?" Maya snapped. "Nothing, Maya. Not yet. I have a gala to attend, and I don’t know what to wear or how to act." Without hesitation, Maya answered, "I’m coming." Preparations were deliberate. Maya arrived full of energy, Zara soon followed—uninvited, but welcomed. “Alright,” Zara said, scanning Elara. “We’re not playing safe.” Maya grinned. "Not today.” Options—textures, shapes that embraced instead of concealed—laid out before her. Elara hesitated, then chose.