Maya Hawke Age Novels & Stories

"Shadow demons hate silver energy. It burns them." That's when I noticed there was someone else with Alex. A young woman with long red hair and green eyes. She was standing a little bit behind him, looking around at the destruction with concern. "And who's this?" Noah asked, noticing her too. "This is Maya," Alex said. "Maya, meet Noah. Noah, this is Maya Chen." Maya stepped forward and smiled at Noah. "I've heard so much about you," she said. "Alex has told me all about your childhood adventures."

What was I, 15? Maya walked away and clung to Lucas again as a scream reached us, I already knew who that ugly harpy belonged to. You couldn’t stay where you were? "May May!" Jess chirped as she approached and squeezed her in a hug "Finally!" she cheerfully said, "Where is Axel?" she looked around. Axel? "Oh Lucas picked me up directly from the hospital, I’m sure he’ll be here with my mother soon." Maya replied quietly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Maya was no longer a child, she seemed much more mature, more adult, although she was only twenty-three years old, her attitude was different. Everything in her was different, more attractive, more hot and sensual and my cock agreed with me.

“Served alongside Alpha Magnus for decades.” My eyes moved next to a woman standing quietly to his left with Tasha, they had a striking resemblance as they seemed to be arguing quietly before Tasha walked away and went to Mia. The woman looked powerful in a subtle way, dressed in a rich burgundy gown, her dark hair streaked with silver. She shook her head before sipping from her glass, eyes trained ahead like she’d seen all of this too many times before. “That’s Tasha’s mother,” Maya whispered. “She’s also an elder. Her mate died years ago in the fire at the southern border. She never remated. They say she’s one of the fiercest wolves in Ravencrest.”

Three days weren’t enough time to prepare anyone for what was coming. But it was all we had. The adolescent wolves stood in the training yard. Nervous. Excited. Too young to fully understand what they were volunteering for. Maya. Fourteen. Fast. Clever. Daughter of a pack warrior who’d died fighting the Collective. Jason. Thirteen. Small even for his age. But it could fit through spaces others couldn’t. His mother watched from the sidelines, face pale.

"Come downstairs. Reaper made real breakfast. Not burned this time." We were all at the table when they came down. Trying to look casual. Like we hadn't been waiting anxiously. Like we weren't all desperately curious about this girl who'd appeared at our door. Maya was seventeen. Dark skin. Natural hair that was slightly wild from sleep. Eyes that were older than seventeen. Familiar kind of old. The kind that came from experiencing things teenagers shouldn't experience. She sat down. Looked at the food. At the people. At the strange family surrounding her.

The sharp female voice sliced straight through the room. Maya whipped around just as a tall brunette woman strode into the suite looking absolutely furious. Beautiful too unfortunately. She looked somewhere in her forties, dressed in an impossibly tailored cream pantsuit with dark sunglasses pushed into her hair despite the fact that they were indoors. Every inch of her screamed expensive, intimidating and deeply exhausted. Holiday Winters. Even hungover, Maya recognized her instantly. Her stomach dropped beneath the blankets. Hunter's agent. The woman who had ignored her emails for weeks before eventually blocking her number entirely would be the first person to find her in Hunter Callum’s

And then the financial news channel cut to a press conference clip, and Maya Hargrove walked to a podium in my screen wearing her mother's pearls and looking like she had never once in her life been uncertain about anything. I sat up so fast the tea spilled across the duvet. "My name is Maya Hargrove. I am the founding CEO of Hargrove Meridian.... The anchor was already talking over the clip, former wife of billionaire Mason Hargrove, daughter of the late Edwin Hargrove, co-founder of Mason Empire, but I had stopped hearing the words. I was watching her face. The way she stood at that podium. The way the room leaned toward her. She was not the woman who had tiptoed out of a boardroom with te

Maya said warmly. She continued to converse with her wolf for a long time. Seeing that she had zoned out, Ashton knew that she might be talking to her wolf. They have waited for this day for a long time. It deserved some celebration. Ashton was excited even more than Maya as he waited patiently at her side. After a long time has passed, Maya opened her eyes. They had a glow that has never been there before. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were full. She looked like someone who had just turned eighteen and not someone who was approaching twenty-one.

She smiled and walked ahead. Rebecca walked to the room. She put the dirty things in the basket and went inside the bathroom. Only to see Maya drenched in water completely. Maya is two years old. She would turn three years in twenty more days. She wanted to celebrate her birthday grandly but couldn’t because of the things that were happening. But she was happy as long as the people around her fine. She can celebrate many birthday with Maya. “Mommy…. Water ishh flowing,” Maya said with her puppy eyes.

She felt the urge to snatch the baby from Aima, but kept her cool at Daisy's warning glance. “Aima, how old is Maya?” Daisy asked gently, managing a smile. “She's four months old…..” “Same age with…..” Isabella was saying, but Daisy gently pinched her wrist, silencing her. “Do you know her date of birth and where she was born?” Daisy asked again. Aima shifted uncomfortably as she noticed Isabella’s deep stare at Maya. Maya’s resemblance with Isabella was confusing and the way Daisy asked her questions only heightened her confusion and fear.