Maya Banks Series Novels & Stories

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

" Luc comments snidely and Mika throws him a look, shushing him. "How do you know my sister's name is Anna?" Maya's eyes grow even wider, her mouth bursting to talk but she's holding it all in, excitement written all over her face like she is Angela. "The woman turns around, her smile growing bigger and wider until her mouth is as big as her head. I KNOW EVERYTHING! The woman yells. Scared, Angela walks to the door and tries to leave..." Suddenly, Maya yawns loudly. Miles is already fast asleep.

MAYA'S POV I couldn't believe it. Just a week ago, I was a barista at a coffee shop struggling to make ends meet. And now, I was working for Alexander, a billionaire who wanted me to sign a contract and a non-disclosure agreement. It all felt so surreal. I sat at my desk, going through the documents Alexander had given me. As I read through the papers, I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. What kind of secrets did Alexander have that he needed me to sign an NDA? But then again, he was a billionaire, and I was just a regular girl. I supposed it made sense.

she expects corporate security, not a broken eight-year-old and his emotionally frozen billionaire father. Their first meeting is a war of wills. He’s all arrogant disdain and icy control. She’s blunt, pragmatic, and unimpressed by his wealth. But when Leo’s trauma erupts in a terrifying panic attack, Maya is the only one who doesn’t flinch. Her calm, capable hands do what his millions cannot: bring his son back from the edge.

My blood ran cold. Because Maya had disappeared two years ago. Which meant only one thing. Someone still had access to her accounts. Someone was still using her identity. And whoever they were— They wanted us to know they were watching.

"We have what he wants. Angel made copies of everything—the financial records, the forged documents, the photographs. She kept them at her apartment." "Which Marcus probably already searched," Caleb said. "No." Maya turned to him, and for the first time since finding Angel's empty hospital room, she felt something other than panic. She felt purpose. "Angel told me something the night she was shot. She said she learned from the best—from Eleanor. My grandmother didn't trust banks or safe deposit boxes. She hid things in plain sight." Dr. Hayes leaned forward. "What are you thinking?" Maya crossed to the built-in bookshelf that lined the parlor wall—the same bookshelf that had been here since

“We’ve got eyes on him.” “I don’t trust anyone else. He does not leave your sight until you hear from me.” “My job is to protect you, Sir.” “Your job is to follow my damn instructions!” “Very well, Sir.” He moves off. I go back into the medical wing. Maya is just finishing up Owen’s favorite book. She yawns and stretches. “I think I’ll go to the main wing,” she says. “I need sleep in my own bed.” I know she is not going there to sleep. She’s setting herself up as bait.

“So weak. Brought so low. Why would you allow someone to do that to you?” “Help me…” I beg. She bends down to look me in the eyes, her nose wrinkling with disgust. “But you’re so dirty…” “Please, Lilith. Help me…” Author's Note: Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Mother, May I, the third book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.

She could leave…actually leave Mooncrest, the whispers, the pity and Lucas Blackwood For the first time since the rejection, Maya allowed herself to believe that another future might exist beyond the pain.

She was wearing a lab coat and a cold, professional smile. "Hello, Ethan," she said. It was Maya. My ex-wife. "Maya?" I gasped. "I told you I was getting everything in the divorce, Ethan," she said. She leaned over and kissed my forehead. Her lips were ice. "I just didn't tell you 'everything' included your soul." The floor beneath my bed began to descend. "Welcome to Act Two," Maya whispered. What is the Department of Occult Finance, and why does Maya have the baby?