Maya Garcia Novels & Stories

Maya glances at Mr. Santiago at the last statement and drops the note. "That is all sir." She says as her just relaxed face suddenly turns into one with a wide smile. "I'm so happy for you– for us sir! Congrats to you and us. This is very great news. Woohoo!" She makes a quick body dance and giggles.

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

I pull my hands out of his and walk ahead of him. I won't be a coward to anyone. As we enter, my eyes roam the room, there are chattering and footsteps as everyone tries to find a seat. Mason pulls out a chair and sits next to me. I don't miss the few glances my way. My eyes roam the room and fall on Angel, a female agent in the background. I've worked with her and fuck if she wasn't one of the baddest bitches I've seen. There's just something about seeing a woman as headstrong as you are.

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

Lisa asked intrigued. "Her name is Maya, she was a friend of mine twenty years ago, she just disappeared one day after telling me that she was pregnant, ever since I couldn't find her, the thought of having a child I've never met hasn't let me have any peace in this world, Ismael explained as they made their way across the stream.

She barely registered Lily’s voice on the other end. “Ma’am? Hello? Are you okay?” Ciara didn’t answer. She couldn’t. This wasn’t the first time. She had sworn she saw Maya at Victoria Greyson’s funeral. Gustavo had laughed it off, called her crazy, and told her she was imagining things. But this… this was real. Maya—older, but undeniably Maya—stood there. Alive. Panic gripped Ciara’s throat. This wasn’t possible. Maya was dead. Buried. But there she was.

Amora and Camila, their eyes widening in recognition, exchanged furtive glances, "My name is Miss Maya Diorer," the woman continued, "You're that Maya from television! You look even more stunning off-camera!" Amora and Camila blurted in unison, their voice filled with delight until it was quickly tempered by Amora's realization. "And...Antonio's...ex," Amora stuttered as the words tumbled out of her lips. "Yes," Maya responded with a light chuckle, "I'm that Maya in your words." She said staring at Amora who had suddenly grown nervous, "And what brought you to the store today?" Maya inquired,

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“Sure, sure. But if I were you, I’d let the man spoil me at least a little.” Mia shook her head with a smile, slipping on her heels. Grace watched her for a moment longer before straightening up. “Alright, Miss Independent. Go knock them dead tonight.” ****** “Babe, are you ready?” Liam’s voice called from the living room, his tone edged with impatience. “Coming!” Maya replied, her voice floating down from upstairs. Moments later, she appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed in a bold red gown that shimmered like molten fire under the light.

Maya stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the soft folds of her dress one last time. The stylist had done her hair in loose, elegant waves that framed her face, and the subtle makeup brought out the warm tones of her eyes. She hardly recognized herself—not because she looked like someone else, but because she looked like the version of herself she had never allowed the world to see. Tonight, she wasn’t just Maya the fashion designer; she was Elias Carter’s girlfriend, walking into the heart of his family’s world.