Maya Banks Novel Novels & Stories

She died in the bloody snow last night alongside her child. Helios didn't move away. He used his thumb to gently wipe the remaining dampness from my cheeks, his gaze locking onto mine. "We have been tracking Liam’s illegal financial movements for over six months, Maya. We know how brilliant your mind is. We know you are the one who actually built his wealth, and we know you have the data needed to completely dismantle his entire empire. We want to offer you a business arrangement." I stared at him, my voice completely flat, empty, and devoid of any human warmth. "What kind of arrangement?"

Inside is a letter from a woman named Maya. She writes: "I was in a hospital waiting room three weeks ago. My boyfriend had put me there. I was waiting for test results on my arm, which he had broken. I had a book with me that someone had lent to me. Your book. I read the entire thing in one sitting in that hospital waiting room. I cried through chapter seven. I recognized myself in every word you wrote about being afraid and being in love and being trapped in the same person simultaneously.

I turned slowly, fast enough to get a glimpse of the cold smirk. “Tell me, Maya,” she continued, stepping closer. “What exactly is the plan here?” I stayed quiet. “Not long ago, you were in Ray’s bed,” she went on, her voice dropping lower. “Now you’re here with Jay.” Her smile widened slightly. “Is it greed? Because you don’t strike me as a greedy author.” My hands clenched at my sides. She was pushing so hard. “You’ve done your research,” I replied calmly. “Impressive.”

The apartment was quiet again. But not like before. Not like the silence that came from retreat or shame. This one felt warmer, softer. Like the quiet that came after a storm had passed and everything had been picked up and put back in place. Almost everything. Maya stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, watching herself. She wore only a loose cotton tank and black underwear. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes still carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said. But she didn’t look fragile anymore.

Three floors up, Maya pressed against the reinforced glass of her cell window, watching as the four Blackwood brothers were dragged into the compound in restraints. She should have felt something. Relief that they'd come for her. Fear for their safety. Anger that they'd been stupid enough to get caught. Instead, she felt only a cold calculation. They are here now. That changed things. That made the situation more... interesting. "Ah, there we are," Marcus said, looking up at her window and waving. "Your knights in shining armor have arrived to rescue you." "Some rescue," Maya said, her voice flat and emotionless even to her own ears.

“Who is this man?” Micah grabbed his glass again, but instead of drinking from it, he held it in his palm. “Cato Marino.” That name meant nothing to me. Micah must have recognized the blankness in my eyes because he elaborated. “He owns the biggest bank in the world. He hides money for the Chinese, has ties with the vaults in Switzerland, and half the debt of the United States can be attributed to him. There may be banks under different names, but they’re all owned by the same man.”

Chapter Two – “Thrown Away” Maya’s POV I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but sleep wouldn’t come. My heart was heavy. My mind was loud. So many thoughts—too many feelings. The room felt cold, even with the blanket wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe, just breathe. Tomorrow, I would tell Bryan the truth. That everything he had—the job, the house, the luxury—it wasn’t from my best friend. It was from me.

“Are you insane?” She paused, staring out the small porthole window. A shadow passed by—too fast, too massive. For a moment, she saw spines. Rows of them. Like the bones of a cathedral slithering beneath the surface. “She took my sister,” Maya said softly. “Now she wants me.” “But you’re not a witch anymore,” Jonas rasped. “No,” Maya said, strapping the knife to her side. “I’m something worse. I’m what’s left after.”

she thought to herself. She placed the book she was reading beside her, on the bed and grabbed her black iPhone and immediately silenced the alarm. With a hop in her step, Maya bounced to her bathroom and took a shower, getting herself ready for her first day. Maya was a like a rare gem. She had long thick naturally curly, dark brown hair and deep penetrating hazel eyes with green specks, which she got from her father – who had green eyes. Her skin was a rich caramel color which she had her mom to thank. Maya was a product of an interracial marriage and to say she was drop dead gorgeous was an understatement. Too bad she didn't realize it.