Maya Carina Fic Novels & Stories

"If a person writes a detailed scenario... a dirty, illicit fantasy... creates a world where rules don't exist... is that person guilty of wanting it to happen?" The air left my lungs. He wasn't talking about the law. He was talking about us. About the scene I wrote. About the scene he read. "I..." I stammered. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. "Speak up, Maya," he challenged, dropping the 'Miss Lin'. "You seem to have a vivid imagination. Use it." I clenched my hands under the desk. I thought about my writing. I thought about the comment from Titan_X praising my understanding of power dynamics.

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

Mia suddenly screamed as her nails grew longer and her eyes turned red before she scratched on Alyssa's face, inserting three of her fingers in her eyes at the same time. "Ahhhh! Why did you do that?" Alyssa covered her eyes with the palm of her hand as she yelped in so much pain. Her appearance and height began to change as she removed her hand from her face, Mia finally saw her and recognized. "You were the same orphan I saw the other day, you have returned again!" Mia pulled her hair. "I have told you that I am not an orphan, now give me that necklace so I can go!" she attacked Mia as well and their necklaces were glowing.

The carriage door opened. We climbed down. Pack members immediately bowed their heads as Garrett's caravan was carefully surrounded by warriors. Some of them were crying openly. Others looked numb. Even the elders appeared shaken. Garrett had been loved far more than he had ever allowed himself to believe. A familiar scent drifted toward me. I turned and saw Maya. She stood beside Alpha Lucien near the front of the gathering. The moment our eyes met, she smiled. A sad smile. But a smile nonetheless. Without thinking, I ran toward her.

Basic Information Full Name: Maya Lin Age: 19 years old (Sophomore) Major: Art History (with a minor in Studio Art) Personality: Observant, sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and emotionally mature. 2. Visual Appearance The Look: Effortlessly creative. She wears paint-stained denim, silver jewelry, and Doc Martens. Physical Traits: Warm, expressive eyes that notice everything, a quick smile, and an open, inviting posture that completely contrasts with Elena’s cold rigidity. The Scent: To Elena, Maya smells like rain, old paper, oil paints, and a sweet, intoxicating warmth that drives Elena's vampire senses wild. 3. Background & Personality The Artist’s Eye: Maya doesn't just look at the wor

My body went completely rigid. I followed Miller's gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. Across the asphalt, Carter’s sleek black sports car was idling. Carter was standing by the passenger side, a polite, gentlemanly smile on his face as he opened the door for Maya. She was holding her design sketchbook against her chest, looking up at him with a soft smile as she stepped out of the car. Carter closed the door behind her and walked beside her as they entered the campus building. I stood frozen on the steps, my fingers gripping the strap of my gym bag so tightly the fabric threatened to rip.

I don’t dare let myself look back as I get into Sergei’s car. “How are you really, malyshka?” Sergei asks gently. I’m not proud of the way I burst into tears. *** Present Day “Holy fucking shit,” Carina exclaims as she paces the room. She’s been doing it since I told her about the spanking. “I mean holy fucking shit, Celia. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life. And that’s compared to some of my manga, well not—you know what? Doesn’t matter because that was insane. I mean it’s like you two are destined to be together. He wants you! Like really wants you.”

I didn't want to ask questions and add fuel to his already raging fury. I still can't believe that Miranda is a gold digger. She's already rich from her deceased husband's inheritance, so why would she need more money unless she's just a greedy person like Ang said? I don't believe that Miranda is that kind of person. We're not close, but it's not in her personality to be like that. We decided to go to a restaurant somewhere in Antipolo. It was quite cold, but Ang was a gentleman and immediately took off his suit and put it on my shoulders so I wouldn't get cold.

"Secret powers, my ass. Karina, Gemma told me exactly what happened. You brutally attacked Maya, and now you're inventing crazy stories to dodge punishment. Mother might swallow your pitiful tales. I'm immune. It was two weeks of cleaning the gym. Now it's three. And if you target Maya again, the next punishment won't be so light." Karina clenches her fists, her face twisting, but she has no option except to accept it and go. "Why do you hate Maya so much?" I ask before she reaches the door. She turns. "She drugged you. Betrayed Derek. Hurt Georgina by mating you. I despise her." She leaves, and I frown. Lies again. Karina couldn't stand Maya long before the night I marked her — back when Ma

Her words are slashing at my defences, fear crippling me, “He won’t-” “Oh, but he will.” “I’ll - I’ll tell him what you did.” “Oh, how cute,” Maya laughs. “You think he’ll believe you? Go ahead. Try.” Cara checks her watch, “Okay, we’re good. Let’s just leave her here. Take her phone and throw it in the stream.” I watch them leave, taking my phone, my last resort with them. “Don’t worry, the chloroform will fade in a while,” Cara sneers. “Once Maya is in the forefront, she’s going to do to you, what my Ness did to your mate’s sister. All you females just keep forgetting your place.”