Maya Garcia Novels & Stories

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

She pointed out. "You are already doing more than enough." Jace said. He laid in bed and Eliana joined him. "Ok then. At least tell me about this Maya. How did you know her? What does she look like?" Eliana probed. "Maya works for me and she is good at her job. I, for one, underestimated her capacity at the job, but she proved me wrong because she Is doing a very fine job." Jace explained. He then kept quiet looking at Eliana.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Freedom should come with music. Not necessarily triumphant music. Maya is not greedy. She would accept something modest. A tasteful little swell of strings. Maybe a drumbeat. At minimum, the universe could provide one bird landing on the fire escape and nodding respectfully. Instead, freedom arrives with Dex's mother calling at 9:04 a.m. Maya looks at the screen. CARMEN HARTLEY. Of course. There are certain women who can make a phone vibrate with disappointment. Carmen Hartley is one of them. Her contact photo is from a barbecue three summers ago, smiling beside a bowl of potato salad as if she has never once allowed a feeling to pass unseasoned through her body.

Aiden protested. Saba appeared behind him, still holding the remote. “He’s a racer who almost took out a rosemary planter, so I’ve been promoted to unpaid copilot.” “You’re Maya’s sister?” Gracie asked. Saba immediately straightened, even though her hair still looked like the aftermath of an academic hurricane. “The one and only. If Maya looks stressed, it’s usually because she loves me too much.” “I sound stressed because you’re letting my child drive near vegetation.”

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

Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"

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 says in a quiet voice. “Good, we are getting somewhere. Now where was I – oh yes, I was the toughest and bravest warrior Golden Moon Pack had. And one day I met my beautiful mate, Maria. She was stunning Kate and kind, so kind to everyone. And after a year we had a pup – a little girl named Ella. She was as beautiful as her mother,” I say losing myself for a moment down memory lane. Shaking myself, I realize I can’t afford to get too caught up in the past, I have revenge on my mind.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.