Maya Hawke Age Novels & Stories

they glanced at each other, "Look, Jacob, Rain, we're really exhausted and I'm having a migraine, so if you want your answers, you need to start asking questions" "Then who are you? both of you, and why did you come to my town?" Rain rolled his eyes at the frustrated Alpha. "I'm Maya Evans, I've been Maya Evans for more than fifteen years, before that,....I had another name, another life, that has nothing to do with you or with your... community in general. I walked away from all of it when I was twenty years old and never looked back. I started over my life and I've been moving from one place to another for years"

He could do what he wants, she would be waiting. Maya had taken a few steps when a young lady, probably at the age of early twenties came rushing to her. " Wow, Luna Maya, you are so awesome." She gushed, her eyes screaming of worship. Maya chuckled at her reactions. She used to get such comments back in the days.Ever since she arrived here, she had made sure to keep her claws hidden but thanks to Marcus, she exposed herself. She didn't intend to hide who she was, just that since she arrived here, her skills were never needed anywhere.

But Chloe won her over with questions about school and favorite games. "You're very brave," Chloe told Maya. "Why?" "Because you're half human and half werewolf. That makes you special." Maya beamed. "Daddy says I'll be a strong Alpha someday." "I believe it." The young actress playing Maya sat with us too. Emma Rodriguez, six years old and already a working actor. "Can you teach me to be like you?" Emma asked Maya. Maya looked suspicious. "Why?" "Because I'm playing you in the movie."

She would be one powerful Luna. But then, I was surprised. Surprised at the fact that Maya is twenty-eight, and yet she doesn't know that she's a werewolf? How's that possible, and even if she was raised by humans, she should have been able to trigger her wolf side by now, she's way past her teenage years.

"Shouldn’t you be in bed?" "I need to tell you something. Something big." He raised an eyebrow. "Zelda, it’s late. Can we do this tomorrow?" "No. You need to hear this." He gave me the go-ahead sigh, leaned back. "Alright. What is it?" "Maya Hawke. She’s a werewolf." He actually laughed. "What? Zelda, come on. This again? Don’t waste your time with the club drama. Go to sleep." I pulled out my phone.

Maya's POV There's nothing. No light. No sound. No sensation. Just... nothing. Is this death? Is this what happens when your heart stops? When everything you are just... ends? I try to feel for the bond with Alexei but there's nothing there. Try to sense my wolf but she's gone. Try to remember who I am but even that feels distant. Fading. Maya Rodriguez. I was Maya Rodriguez. Nineteen years old. Enhanced wolf. Daughter of monsters. Fighter. Survivor.

I knew her too well — the more annoyed I got, the more she’d push. “Maya, babe, you seriously need to live a little,” she continued. “Look at you. You’re twenty-seven, drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could make men beg… and you’re still a virgin? You’re letting that tight little pussy go to waste, girl. I’m telling you, those fictional men in your spicy books can’t eat you out, finger you, or fuck you the way a real guy can.” My face burned crimson. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

"There is an abandoned state hospital. It has medical supplies we need. We're detouring tomorrow." THE STATE HOSPITAL. The memories of the plot rushed back. That was where Maya, the REAL female lead, was trapped! She was an insanely rare healer and a brilliant med student. Cool-headed, badass, and rational—she was practically made for Hudson. So the plot was happening exactly as written. Hudson was about to meet his destined match. And I... I was just a mistake he made before meeting her. I gripped the edge of my shirt, my chest aching for a reason I couldn't explain. I already knew this was coming, so why did it hurt so much?

At twenty eight years old, Maya had a sharp mind for details and a quiet strength that Anderson noticed right away. “Nice to meet you, Maya,” he replied. His voice was deep and warm. When he shook her hand, her fingers felt soft but firm. A small spark seemed to pass between them. Next came a woman with bright energy. “I am Eve,” she said with a quick smile. Her red hair was pulled into a high ponytail that swayed when she moved. She looked creative and full of fire. Her white blouse had the top button open just enough to show a hint of smooth skin. Eve was twenty six and full of ideas. She carried a tablet in one hand and seemed ready for anything.

The secluded cove was paradise, Maya had booked the private surf lesson on a whim after a brutal breakup. She needed something to make her feel alive again. At twenty-eight, with a toned yoga body, sun-kissed caramel skin, and long dark waves, she was used to turning heads. But today she wanted more than attention. She wanted to be taken.