Maya Fey Pfp Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 PART 1: “I Saw Him…” “I don’t believe this is how I met Ethan again after so many years.” The words formed in my head before I could stop them. They hovered there, heavy and unreal, like I’d said them out loud to an empty room. Did he see me? Did he not? I still didn’t know the answer, and that scared me more than I cared to admit. Oh sorry. My name is Maya Lancaster. I’m twenty-six years old. I’m the daughter of a billionaire. I’m the CEO of a beauty brand people call fast-rising, unstoppable, visionary.

I take messy, complicated realities and turn them into stories people can believe in. "You want me to counter it." "I want you to destroy it. And the person running it." He pulls up something on his computer, turns the screen to face me. My heart stops. It's Maya. A professional photo, all ice and control and nothing like my Stella. "Maya Rossi. Antonio's eldest daughter. She runs media operations for the Falcons, but word is she's also her father's secret weapon. Any; crisis that could damage the family, she makes it disappear."

"People are going to look at you and admire your beauty." "I agree," Maya agreed. I looked at what she was wearing and it looked simple — a beige knit cardigan over a white fitted top, dark blue straight-leg jeans, white Adidas Sambas, small pearl earrings, a brown leather jacket, and she put her hair in a neat low ponytail. "Well, you look like you, as always," I said. "I'll take it, I always look good," Maya said.

An inpatient Maya rants, storming into my house. “Uhhh did you by chance take a look at your clock before talking?” My eyes move on their own accord and damn my best friend might actually become pregnant for a whole lot of strangers tonight. She looks hot. Maya is in a red mini skirt and a black crop top. She has a net hose on, her legs disappearing into black heeled boots. As for her makeup, she has that bad girl look with a tiny smoky effect around her eyes making her blue pools look darker than they are. Her blonde hair is straight with a tiny hint of brown at the tips.

The wedding hadn’t started; it was the activities taking place there that were taking by the media houses and bloggers and uploading for now. Maya was at the prison’s hospital. She was standing at the front of the window of the ward that Prey was. She folded her arms and stared at Prey who was sitting on the bed, smelling Precious’s cloth and smiling weirdly. She had changed physically. She was looking so ugly and unkempt. Maya was holding only the car key, wore a long gown which had a free-edge and short hands. A sympathy expression showed on her face as she was looking at Prey. She couldn’t believe that it was Prey that had turned like this.

Now, even Beta Vance fears her abilities and keeps asking Wyatt if she was really a human as she claims to be. "Snap out of it!" Skylar shook me lightly, complaining about my recent tendency to drift off into thoughts too often. "You two look so pretty! We are rocking these traditional outfits," I said. "Let's take a picture," Skylar said, grabbing her phone. "We look so colorful. Am I not a little too flashy in this yellow?" Maya cringed at herself when looking at our selfie. She was never happy with her selfies. Skylar and I knew very well our words of assurance were wasted on her, but we still tried.

“What did Idris say?” “That they don’t matter. That we do.” Jess nodded slowly. “He’s right.” “Doesn’t make it easier.” “No. At 6, Maya’s phone buzzed. Another notification. A new post. Maya Chen — freshman, engineering, quiet. Rumor has it she’s not as innocent as she looks. Anyone know what happened at her high school? Maya couldn’t breathe. She typed back: Stop. Please. The account didn’t respond. At 8, she went to the studio.

Her account is professional, curated, exactly what you’d expect from a CEO who values her privacy. But tonight, there’s something new. A photo from two hours ago. Maya in a stunning red dress, hair styled in waves, makeup perfectly done. She’s standing in front of what looks like an expensive restaurant, the kind with valet parking and a three-month waitlist. And next to her, his hand on the small of her back, is Cameron Blake. The caption is simple: “Celebrating successful Q3 results.” My chest tightens. I zoom in on the photo like that’ll somehow change what I’m seeing. Cameron’s smiling at the camera, but Maya’s looking slightly to the side, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. She look

She was aware of the fact that Maya was clearly provoking her fans against her. Maya gained a lot of fame and ground in the city after she became a member of a famous entertainment company. She even appeared in a famed movie, City Beauty. Because of this, she gained a lot of fans who are so in love with her and they wouldn't see anything wrong again at her and let it go. After killing her sister, Miranda was no longer surprised that Maya was capable of doing more vile things. “No, we won't let her go unless she apologizes for misbehaving with you”

And now I sat in the cafeteria, staring down at a tray of food I couldn’t bring myself to touch. Maya sat across from me, her phone in one hand and her drink in the other, her brows drawn tight as she scrolled through yet another Raven Blog post. Every few seconds, her mouth twisted into a deeper expression of disbelief. “What now?” I asked weakly. Maya glanced up at me, then back to her screen. “Okay, first of all, they’re calling you ‘the nobody stray who had a shot at the alpha son but rejected him” She scrolled more. “And apparently all Kai female fans are sending death threats to you in the comments.’”