Maya Bishop Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I looked outside the church, tracing where it came from, and perched atop the building, was a sniper peering through the scope of his rifle, his finger poised on the trigger, as he took aim at Tiffany. I felt my heart almost jump out of my mouth. I turned my body to face Elijah. “What are you doing?” I asked, my body shaking in fright. “That's not me” he said, smirking. “They are here for you, Maya. Your past has finally caught up with you. You move one inch, your beloved best friend goes down on you… another innocent blood smeared on your dainty hands” he said, smiling wickedly. I felt my blood go cold, beads of sweat began to form across my forehead and palms.

“You can’t leave, Maya… please. The fate of our world rests in your hands. Think about your mother. Your sister…” “My mother hates me.” She shrugged. “My sister… well, we have our sisterly moments now and again, but there’s no deep connection. Except for Finn, you all should deal with the Ferals yourselves. Once Finn’s coronation is done… I’ll leave. There’s a guy in my office… Paul. I think he likes me. We’ll go on a date as soon as I get home.” “Maya…” I reached for her instinctively, but she stepped back, out of reach. “Let me make this right. Please…”

Talking about Maya. Jacqueline dropped the glass in her hand. Shards spilled like shattered lies. “She knows,” she whispered. “She’s coming back.” And so Jacqueline planned a bridal shower, her last celebration before battle. Maya heading to the city now ready for her revenge and fully knowing that she wont be recognized with here new body. She felt it was a good thing she now possed a new body as she wont be recognized easily. She took the early morning bus creating a new identity: Dora Myles, a grief counselor, hired part-time at Lynx office.

she asked. Damson nodded. Maya took one slow step forward. “Then let me confess something right now,” she said. She looked him straight in the eyes. “I never loved you. Not even in the beginning. I stayed because I was scared. But I am not scared anymore.” Damson’s hand tightened on the gun. Maya smiled. “And if you pull that trigger,” she whispered, “Marcus will make sure your mother watches you die before she joins you.” The gun shook in Damson’s hand.

I teased, pulling my leather jacket a little tighter around my shoulders to ward off a sudden breeze. "We are recovering from extreme physical exertion," Maya countered smoothly, swallowing the grape and shooting me a wicked, heavy-lidded wink. "Some of us have boyfriends with incredible stamina. And some of us..." She paused, her brown eyes narrowing playfully as she scrutinized my flushed face. "...have billionaires who apparently don't let them sleep." I felt the heat rise instantly to my cheeks, turning my face a violent shade of crimson. Liam chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest. He reached down, threading his fingers through Maya’s messy curls. "Leave her alone, May. She’s doi

Maya's name sitting in my chest the whole time like something I was keeping warm until I got back to it. Maya listened to all of it without interrupting once. When I finished the kitchen was quiet. She looked at the table for a long moment. Then she looked up at me. "The BDSM." She said carefully. "Yes." I confirmed. "With Sebastian." She said. "Yes." I confirmed. "Who is now engaged to the man with the leash." She said. "Yes." I confirmed. "And this." She said carefully. "Unlocked something in you." "Yes." I confirmed. She was quiet for a moment.

I looked up at her in surprise. “I used to dream,” she went on, voice shaking just a little, “that someday I would have a sister who could stand beside him not out of duty, but love. Someone who could push back against him and ground him. Protect him when he forgets even an Alpha King can be human. Tears stung my eyes. “I always hoped it would be you,” Maya whispered. “And now it is.” I stood abruptly and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” I murmured. “For believing in us—before I even believed in myself.”

We have to make him realize that not all the High ranked wolves are bossy, and not all the high-rank wolf treat their low-rank mate like shit. We smiled. “Yes. I want to spend my time, just with you.” We peeked on the lips. “Give me five minutes” Maya said and quickly pulled out a pair of jeans and a white hooded crop top. Maya was happy, and I was glad to see her happy. I hope she will feel good. Thank you, crystal—She chirped happily through Mindlink. TBC

Thank God the music was loud enough that only a few people nearby even glanced our way. “You know what, Maya? I have a plan.” “Whatever dirty plan is running through that head of yours, I’m out,” I replied, gripping my beer tighter. “I already gave in and came here with you. End of discussion.” “Tsk! Such a fucking killjoy,” she groaned. “What are you gonna do? Just sit here like a nun? We’re in a bar, Maya! We’re supposed to flirt, meet hot guys, and hopefully get properly fucked by the end of the night.”