Maya Carina Fic Novels & Stories

I wanted to take her out first, buy her roses, and make her feel wanted and her to say she was ready without me pushing her. Tiffany had heard from a friend that Macy had turned into a sex worker. The night I slept with Maya was the night of a business party at Tiffany’s house. The deal was if I slept with Maya and humiliated her and her family I would be her date and meet people who were part of the race. As promised she did her part and I had gotten a spot at the cost of my girlfriend.

Her eyes would sometimes flicker to Maya, cold and calculated, as if a reminder of her standing. Lucien had leaned in toward a guest on his left for a second, angling away from Georgia. Seizing the chance, Georgia's fingertips brushed against the rim of his glass before she grasped it and took a sip, a taunting thing that made Maya's stomach tighten for reasons she wasn't about to explore. "Wine," Mrs. Carbone whispered, nudging Maya into action with the bottle. As Maya poured for the man to Lucien's left, she felt Georgia's eyes on her, the faint tug of laughter at her mouth.

Me included. The men rico came with start firing back, and Carl's men join in firing the Russians, as rico pursues victor. "Baby, take the back door and find a safe place to hide, I will come to you when this shit is done with. We are ending this today" Carl whispers but I refuse to listen. There is no way I'm going to hide while everyone else is fighting. What if I could save someone? Sometimes he forgets that I am a mafia princess and not just a normal pretty girl.

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

she added. "You are May, right?" I said to the red-haired girl with green eyes, she was different from other wolves—beautiful, yes, but not the perfect tall models I see walking around—which led me to believe that not all the werewolves had the perfect frame. She was short for one; I was taller than her, and inside me, I felt some sick foolish joy, ignoring the fact that she could still beat me up right here and right now. She was on the cute side—very cute actually. "Hi, you may call me Cara."

Karina says at last, and I can tell she truly means it. "Apology accepted," Maya says flatly, climbing into the car. "I don't want to be late for my meeting." Karina nods, and I slide into the seat beside Maya. She opens her laptop and reads work emails on the way. I, on the other hand, just watch her in silence, deep in thought. Not so long ago, I saw her as a mediocre, treacherous leech. Now I see clearly the woman beside me — strong, compassionate, intelligent, insanely beautiful, intoxicating — with secret powers, I'm certain she understands far better than she lets on.

She closed her eyes slowly, smiling, and fell into a coma. THREE MONTHS LATER Miquel, now known as Carissa, stared at the mirror smilingly. She was elegantly dressed in a robe designed in wine and gold color respectively. The door cracked a little and Tamar pipped at her. “Sister, are you going to be late for your wedding again? Demetrius has been waiting for eternity,” Tamar scolded as she entered the room and saw Carissa still admiring herself in front of a mirror, she rolled her eyes at Carissa's childish attitude. Carissa smiled at her broadly, she stood up hurriedly and ran out. She almost fell as she stepped on the impractical robe. She can't be blamed, she was not used to ladies' clot

She succeeded in getting the car door opened. As she unlocked it and was about to get in, the sound of a gun rang twice. Maya froze as her blood ran cold. Maya looked down at her stomach and found herself bleeding. She had been shot. She slowly turned back and found Fiona holding the smoky gun with a grin spread across her battered face. “You think you’re so smart, huh?” Fiona yelled as Maya’s body collided with the ground. Blood poured out of her body nonstop as she dropped to the ground, and a tear left her eyes. Her hand tightened on her gunshot wound while she stared up at the scorching sun, hoping for some miracle.

“My ex-fated mate. My beta.” I look at him, speaking each word slowly and deliberately: “Yes. I am Cara. Take a good look.” “I am the woman who became your beta through my own strength. I am not some helpless princess waiting to be rescued. I am not Lilia.” “The moment people hear ‘princess,’ they assume I live a luxurious, pampered life. BloodyMoon thinks that. DarkWood thinks that. The orphanage I grew up in thought that. And even you, Alaric.”

“Who’s Maya?” Lucien glances at me, and an imperceptible smile touches his lips briefly. “Jenna. Jenna Carr. Her real name is Maya Serrano. She’s a former CIA agent who has been working for the company.”