Maya Carina Fic Novels & Stories

Me, standing to the side, watching Caroline Kingston touch Maya's face with a reverence she'd never shown me. "Look at you," she'd whispered. "You have your grandmother's eyes. We thought we'd never see them again." I'd given interviews, playing the ecstatic sister. I'd shared my room, my clothes, my parents. I'd shown her the family business, introduced her to industry contacts I'd cultivated for years. All while watching Caroline and Robert orbit around her like she was the sun and I was just some distant, disposable planet. "Just keeping her spot warm," I'd overheard Caroline say on the phone months after Maya's return. She'd been in the garden, drunk on afternoon wine, thinking no one co

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Karina was stunned as she saw the woman behind the mask, her eyes widening and her face turning red. "It's you, Scarlett, the author of the werewolf novel, right?!" Karina exclaimed, immediately recognizing Scarlett, her favorite writer. Karina even collected the entire book series written by Scarlett and had hoped to meet her. However, who would have thought that Karina would unexpectedly encounter Scarlett at this moment? Not only was Scarlett surprised that Karina recognized her, but Viggo was also taken aback because, contrary to his expectations, Karina, his Luna, actually liked Scarlett. After all, for some time now, Viggo had always underestimated Scarlett's hobby of writing stories.

“Well. You do your best.” Mya didn’t respond. Caroline tilted her head, expecting a reaction, but when none came, she smirked. “Silent as always. No wonder Damon prefers her.” With that, she sauntered out, perfume lingering behind. Mya turned back to the mirror. For the first time, she didn’t see defeat staring back at her. She saw quiet fury.

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.

I was still battling with my thoughts when a lady in a red icon dress was escorted to the arena, the sweet scent of Jasmine mixed with blueberries hitting me strongly. I was still in denial but what's the probability of two people having the same height, shape and scent existing? I growled out softly and before the first bid could be placed on her, I had already landed on the arena, tugging Maya to myself before inhaling her sweet scent greedily. I never dared to admit this but Maya's Scent always calms my beast. Although she's my mate, the mate I looked down upon and shunned, she worked as my slave.

They kept her standing when grief tried to pull her down. The next morning, she found herself staring at the card Adriano had dropped on the floor. She didn’t want to touch it. It felt like poison. But Max’s face kept flashing in her mind—terrified, helpless, calling out her name. She couldn’t lose him either. She had already lost enough. With a tight breath, she picked up the card and left the house. The entire way to Adriano Greco’s mansion, her heart pounded hard enough to hurt. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger or both mixed.

"Gross. He's our professor." "So? Doesn't make him less hot." I gripped my plastic cup of wine so hard it nearly cracked. "You okay, Lex?" Maya asked quietly. "Fine." But I wasn't fine. I was watching Cara—beautiful, tall, confident Cara—make her way across the room to where Damon stood. She wore a tight black dress that showed off every curve. Her hair was down, dark waves cascading over her shoulders. She looked like she belonged in a magazine. And she was heading straight for him.

Para pa ngang gustong-gusto niyang humalakhak dahil sa sobrang badtrip ito sa kanya. "Ija. Kumain ka na ba?" Maya-maya ay tanong ng ginang. Umiling siya rito. "Hindi pa ho, bakit ho ninyo naitanong ma'am?" Nagtatakang tanong niya rito. "Just call me tita. Tita Car. Anyway, I am Carolina Acemzade and he was my brother, Carlo--" "Don't introduce me to her, ate. Hayaan mo nang hindi niya ako kilala sa pangalan." Pag-interrupt nito sa usapan nila ng ginang.

There was one more reason for my excitement, as one of my best friends, Carina Vacchiano, would be returning to Miami after spending two weeks traveling around the country with her advisor while promoting her new novel about trafficking. Yes, my former employee, as outspoken as she was brash and unlucky, had realized her greatest dream and had become a renowned writer of sapphic and lesbian novels. — Miss Miller, hold her for me, please! — The urgent scream woke me up to reality. At the same instant, I stopped the heavy doors from closing. Brenda, my assistant, entered the metal box, her face sweaty and breathing hard. She leaned against the mirrored wall and gave me a grateful smile as she