Maya And Zatz Novels & Stories

The kind of place that smelled like sticky citrus and spilled beer, neon lights humming overhead, every booth stuffed with people who pretended tomorrow didn’t exist. Maya slid into the booth beside the girls. There was Tasha, already waving down shots; Lauren, with her quick laugh and quicker tongue; and Zoe, who always managed to charm the bartender into giving her free drinks. Across from them sat Ben, broad-shouldered and attractive in the obvious way, square jaw, clean-cut, the kind of guy mothers liked. And yet he’d never lit a spark in her. He had interest, plenty of it, eyes tracking her every move, but none of the dangerous pull she craved.

Eliana said, looking into a distance and a smile evident on her face. "Ohh. Careful there." Zia began. She looked at Jace and added, "you might have some competition there." They all laughed again. All except Maya, who only smirks from time to time. Then her face falls back to its default stern face again. "At least I would be getting delicious meals out of my rival." Jace said, hugging his wife tighter from behind. “Touché.” Zia said with a nod.

“Mr. Omidyar! A real smile, please. I don’t remember you so frigid your first round. Miss Rodriguez, you look pissed. This isn't a boxing match.” They made the readjustments, and she went back to clicking away behind the camera. “So, what's her name?” Amelia continued, her warm breath tickling his chest. “Drop. It,” he warned. “Or what?” she scoffed. “How long did you two date before she dumped your--” Amelia's breath hitched as Zaki grabbed her ass. The suddenness and intimacy of the gesture sent chills over her bare arms, and she was momentarily speechless.

seriously haze, you looked like a ghost on thursday. Me (8:49 a.m.): i'm fine i promise!! breathing perfectly. and YES to girl day. what time? Maya (8:50 a.m.): noon?? farmer's market, coffee, and the bookshop? Me (8:51 a.m.): perfect. i'll be ready. Hazel smiled down at the screen, a genuine, relaxed expression softening her features. She took a bite of her eggs, chewing thoughtfully. Maya was a godsend, fiercely protective, but Hazel hated making her worry. She hated making anyone worry. Especially Leo. And especially...

"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.

Maya doubted that someone would still want to be the girl's partner if Grace really showed someone her true face. When Maya laughed, it looked like a direct mockery in Grace's eyes. She was so angry that she took a step forward, raising her hand, before intending to slap Maya right on the cheek like she always did. But unfortunately for Grace, Maya's hard life in the zombie era is absolutely no match for the girl at all. Maya easily dodged the weak slap, causing Grace to take several steps forward without her control. Her high heels could not stand firm, until she finally fell to the ground due to her unbalanced standing position.