Maya Banks Novel Novels & Stories

Ever since she arrived at the pack house, no maid had ever stood and watched over her, even when she was still being regarded with strange and suspicious looks. Maya took the glass of water, stood up and walked towards the indoor flower pot. She poured the water on the flower and watched in horror as it slowly started shrinking and finally died. "So, this maid wants me dead." Maya said loudly to herself. Maya knew she had a lot of enemies in the pack, she also knew that they wanted her dead. But to poison her in broad daylight was overdoing it. The maid was foolish for trying to kill her when she was alone. She thought about going to the maid and strangling her but thought better. She would

If I started earning that much, my life would be super amazing and I would be able to get all the things I wanted. Maya was already in her office when I arrived. She was wearing a black dress and red shoes. It was like she had nothing to do other than work. I remembered that she didn’t have a life, neither did she have a man. At her age, you either had love or career. I almost felt bad that I was planning to ruin the one things she had. Imagine a jobless and man-less Maya Bennett.

she laid on the bed but passed out as soon as she touched the bed. . Click! the library door opened as Maya stepped inside, only to the same guy from yesterday night sitting alone on the same chair. Maya glanced at him before she walked to take the same book she was reading yesterday. When your story is getting tragic, other tragic stories feel more connecting. Maya took her seat and started reading; taking a few sweet glances at him; she noticed the almost non-existent flickers on his face. She smiled before she resumed reading her book. A few more nights went like that, Maya would sneak into the library and walk out before anyone could see her; she knew she do not have to take tension of C

And something told them they were going just where they wanted to go. Katrina was in the library, packing up some of Adam's books that were going back to City Hall - her place of origin - and when she went to get her glass of water that was beside an already closed box under the desk, it had simply fallen to the floor, shattering, causing her to unconsciously put her hand to her heart and a name to escape her lips: Soraia. Now Maya rose from the floor, snarling with eyes glistening with rage and blood, then brought her hands behind her body returned them to the front with two silver daggers with emeralds carved into the handle and twirled them between her fingers. Vera felt her daughter's ha

My words were low, eyes sneaking a glance at Cameron who still appeared uninterested at whatever was going on behind him. “I’m guessing it’s the young man beside you” The voice of the lady followed, with eyes staring on at Cameron. Whenever she smiled, you would see a wrinkle pull at her eyes, but believe me, it was every delight beholding that. “Yes” I affirmed, giving a nod. “I am Martha” She had pulled out a hand for shake, eyes beaming on. “And this is my husband, Marcellus” She pointed to the figure next to her. A man with grey hair filling every bit of his head, and a beard that trailed all the way to his neck.

Maya, after much deliberation, realised that if she wanted to be safe, to be free of these chains, she would have to answer his questions, even though she was afraid of him. “Maya…..Maya black,” Varek was taken off guard as he thought she would want to make things difficult by not answering his questions, “What is your purpose? Did the Crimson blood pack send you? Is this some kind of decoy?” Varek studied her features, her clenched fist on the sheets, her lips pressed in a firm line and the way she trembled at the mention of the pack's name. Unbeknownst to him, Maya was reliving the night of her rejection over and over again, every single detail, right down to the moment she lost her vision

I was that past she never wanted to relive. Her sudden attack came as a surprise to me. When I heard the news, I had thought it was an accident, until the police confirmed she was murdered right in her office. I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. I made sure I tracked Maya. Maya was sleek, she was almost invisible. Beautiful and elegant, those were her weakness. No matter how she tried to stay away from the eyes of her prey, she couldn't walk into a room without going unnoticed. She was that beautiful.

It wasn't just about the way her body had reacted to mine, even though I'd barely touched her. This was something else. Something dangerous. She didn't realize it yet, but Maya had already stepped into my world. And in my world, once you're in, there's no getting out. I glanced at my side briefly. Her palms were resting on her lap. I hated how the dress was revealing most of her thigh. I hated how horny men looked at her as she danced on stage. But it won't happen again. Whatever brought her to the club won't bring her back again. If money is what she needs, she will get it. Her bank account will be dripping with money.

I can smell it on her. Secrets. Maya walks into the penthouse with her chin high, her eyes steady, but I see the flicker beneath. Her hands clutch her bag too tightly, her shoulders are too tense. Something has changed. She thinks she hides it well. She does not. The hospital is her excuse, but I know when someone carries more than exhaustion home with them. I built my life on reading people, on seeing the cracks in their armor before they see them themselves. And right now, Maya is cracked wide open, holding something she thinks she can keep from me.

MAYA Priya walked me halfway there without knowing it. She had a lecture in the building two blocks from Greystone and we had the same route for most of it, which meant I spent twelve minutes navigating her observations with the focused energy she usually reserved for exam season. "So you have a meeting," she said. "I have a meeting." "Near Greystone." "Near there, yes." "Maya." She looked at me with those careful eyes. "It's him, isn't it."