Maya Hawke Age Novels & Stories

Kael's daughter — or so the world believed. The girl's eyes found Luca. She tilted her head and leaned forward, curious. Luca was staring at the floor, but I could feel him pressed against my leg, alert. "I thought you would disappear forever," Maya said. Her voice carried. "Five years ago. After you ran away." "I left," I said. "There's a difference." "And now you're back. In the Capital. With —" Her gaze flicked to Luca. "That." Maya's daughter slid off the chair and padded closer. She wore a pink dress with strawberries on it, and her wristband hung loose on her tiny wrist. As she reached Luca, she crouched to look up at his face. "Hi! What's your —"

“What’s the last thing you remember?” “Queen?” she asks and snorts derisively. “I’m not that special, mister.” “Okay. What’s your name?” Doc tries again. “Maya Anderson.” “Maya then. What’s the last thing you remember?” She frowns, her face scrunching up as she searches around for the memory. “I was dancing with my father. At my sixteenth birthday party.” My mouth drops open and I stare at Winston in total disbelief. I’m numb with shock. Inside my head, my wolf howls. “She’s lost to us.”

That evening they discussed what tactics Hannah could use to determine what are and are not appropriate things to say to people in every situation possible. Julie’s sister Mara was young when she discovered she was pregnant with Hannah. She was only 18, barely out of high school, when she crossed paths with Hannah’s father. “I don’t know Julie!”, Mara had confided in her, “He was so cute with these freckles and red hair, you know I always had a thing for gingers, and he had this arsenal of all the right things to say.” Julie sat on her couch listening to her baby sister spill the whole story.

Ahmed Nawaz was still confused, looking between his son and the girl, wondering who is she. "Uncle, I am Maya, Dayyan and I met three years ago in Ishra's engagement." All three of them were seated now. Ahmed was on his chairman's chair while Dayyan and Maya were sitting on the opposite side of the table, as Maya started telling him about herself and Dayyan.

I am just looking out for her so she won't fall for one of those fuck boys. Yeah... Keep telling your self that. The tiny voice in my head told me teasingly. **** Nigel left soon after. I made breakfast for Makaila and took it to her room. She was on the bed, curled up and looking for vulnerable, her long dark hair all over the place. Since she woke up, she hasn't spoken to me. And it was killing me. I hate to admit but Makaila has got to be the most natural girl I've ever seen. With her long caramel blond hair, her naturally tan skin and her full lips. I found myself comparing her to Bethany in my head and she topped Bethany ten times over.

“My name isn’t Elena. It’s–” “Maya,” he cuts me off. “Maya Serrano. You’re twenty-four. You were recruited straight out of college, and you’ve been ahead of your fellow agents ever since.” A smile touches his lips. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “I know who you are. But as of today, you’re Elena. Maya died several countries ago between a burned passport and the hollowed sound of a gunshot you’ll never forget.” I stare at him with my lips parted, completely lost.

She chuckles "Sorry, I lost track of time." "No worries, I will let that slide since you are my cousin." She winks "But seriously, wake up on time." I nodded and said, "I will." She slips her hand to my shoulder as she turns to face the others "This is Maya, she will be joining us today…..Or should I say every day." "Hi!" I smile "Maya, this is Grace, Nora, Nova, and Willow." She says pointing at them "Nora and Nova are twins."

Evelyn burst into laughter: "Is he still avoiding you?" "That jerk IS mine!" Maya hmphed, folding her arms in front of her chest, "It's only a matter of time before he gives in!" Evelyn giggled, squinting at Maya with a teasing look. Maya was two years older than Evelyn, meaning James was 4 years older than Maya. They met the first time on James's 18th birthday when Alpha Grey visited their pack, and James realized Maya was his mate instantly. But being in the darkest period of his life, James was not the most pleasant man to be with.

“She’s Chief Delta, but she’s been here all hours doing whatever job you gave her, without any special treatment. She’s barely slept or eaten, and—” She broke off at the rage etched across Hunter’s face. She looked down at her feet. Her cheeks grew flushed. I braced myself for him to start yelling. But Maya let out a barely perceptible whimper. Hunter’s attention switched to her as if he were magnetized to her upset. “Hunter, I don’t want any special treatment,” Maya said quietly. She bit her lip and her cheeks were flushed. It looked like she was trying not to cry. This wasn’t a performance, I realized. She was embarrassed and didn’t want this.

One is a freelancer with no social media presence—interesting, but no familyl connections I can find. And one... one is perfect. Almost too perfect. Maya Rossi. Daughter of Antonio Rossi. Twenty-eight years old. Head of Media Relations for the Cape Town Falcons hockey team. Which is owned by the Rossi family. My blood runs cold. I click through to her professional photos. Dark hair pulled back severely. Sharp, intelligent eyes. Beautiful in that controlled, untouchable way. It could be her. The bone structure is right. But in these photos, she looks nothing like my Stella—all ice where Stella was fire, all armor where Stella was vulnerability.