Maya Bishop Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I hate to say this, but maybe having both you and Professor Ronan interested in her is exactly what she wants." "What do you mean?" "Think about it." I shifted closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She has you, the future Alpha, completely smitten with her. And now she also has a professor, a member of the royal family wrapped around her little finger. That's a lot of power for someone who's always felt powerless." Jaxon's expression darkened. "You think she's playing games with us?" "I think Maya has been through a lot with Ashen and me," I said, letting fake guilt color my tone. "And maybe all that pain made her want to feel desired and wanted again. Can you really blame

She wanted to speak, to defend herself, but Georgia’s presence pressed heavy against her chest, squeezing the air from her lungs. Georgia stepped closer, the sharp perfume of her designer fragrance surrounding them, suffocating. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” she hissed. “You think slipping into his bed means you’ve secured your place. But girls like you don’t stay. You may have tricked him into marrying you, but I will strip you bare, Maya. I’ll expose your true colors and send you packing. Just like the trash you came from.” Her words landed like lashes. Maya flinched, heat burning the corners of her eyes. But somewhere beneath the fear, beneath the shame, something else flickered—some

Maya answers by stepping closer, one hand catching in the front of his jacket, because apparently dignity has gone to bed early and left her unsupervised. Eli exhales against her mouth. Then the kiss deepens. Slowly. Fully. His hand comes to her waist, firm enough to hold, gentle enough to trust. Her lips part and his tongue brushes hers, not hurried, not claiming, just honest in a way that makes her chest ache. Maya forgets the yard. The fence. Dex. The story growing teeth behind her. For a few seconds, she is not commander, prophet, mistake, survivor, or woman with a machine in her head and a grave in another timeline.

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."

He sat down gently on the edge of my mattress, reaching out to wrap his large, warm hand completely over my trembling, blood-stained fingers. "Maya," Helios said, his deep voice remarkably soft, yet firm enough to cut through my panic. "Look at me, little bird." I looked up at him, my chest heaving up and down as I fought to get oxygen into my lungs. My body was vibrating with total denial.

I hope she doesn't break Tom's heart. When Tom called last night that he could not reach her, he sounded so desperate. It was as if his heart was being pierced. He was so worried in a way that made me scared. I do care for Maya and I see her as my kid sister. I am five years older than her but she has achieved way more in education and work than I have. She is also more matured than her age but when it comes to relationships, she is completely naive.

If this girl really was as Sicilia described her, then she might genuinely have a shot. That’s why Maya couldn’t give in to her feelings. How can she possibly want something she can never have? This will only end in suffering, and Maya knew it. It was the main reason why ‘Not Falling in Love with the Ogre’ was in her don’ts section. “Maya, are you thinking about something dear? Did you come up with anything regarding Lexi and Stephany?” Sicilia’s voice brought Maya to the real world again.

"What are you talking about? I don't get it. Dana's your friend. If she reported you, you should repent." Right then, Mia reached out for Maya's hair, yanking her out of the classroom. Maya yelped. "Mia Bowen, let go of me! You're crazy!" Grabbing Maya's hair, Mia looked her nose down at her. "Look. If a stranger like me suddenly becomes physical with you, shouldn't you realize how annoying you are and go repent yourself?" The tearing of the scalps hurt so much, but Maya couldn't fight back. She barked with gritted teeth, "You're dead meat, Mia Bowen!"

she declined. “Give me your phone.” I took her phone, turned on the GPS tracker, and handed it back. “Don’t let your phone die. I need to reach you anytime.” “You act too confident for someone who’s sick,” she scoffed, shaking her head as though I was ridiculous. “I’m confident enough to protect you, Mia. That’s the only way I can earn your forgiveness when you learn the truth,” I thought to myself, smiling faintly as she walked away. Dennis call came again

"The club will cover all expenses." She nodded, not trusting herself to look at him again. The door chimed one final time, and the overwhelming presence receded, leaving Maya trembling. Ghost let out a low whistle. "Well, damn." Maya's hands shook as she threaded her needle. "I don't know what you mean," she lied, knowing her racing heart would betray her to any wolf's ears. "Now, please hold him still. This first stitch needs to be perfect." Perfect, like the mate bond singing in her blood, trying to pull her toward a man who had looked at her with recognition and something that looked terrifyingly like regret.