Maya Hawke Age Novels & Stories

“Maya shut up and listen to yourself this isn’t going to work out, we all know how this goes, he finds out about us and then leaves.” The girls crowded around the room. Maya was young, only 15, she had medium brown wavy hair, with bright blue eyes and a cute little button nose. While Jen was the most mature out of them with long blonde hair and green eyes with a very beautiful but manipulative smile. Jen was 19. Then there was Lilian who had the darkest of black hair, and dark brown eyes with red lines covering her wrist. There are more but I won’t introduce them until later.

She finally looked. *You have 20 minutes. Come alone to Pier 17, warehouse 3. Bring the drive. Or Maya goes to jail. Your choice, Seraph.* Below it, a live video link. She tapped it. Maya sat on the edge of a metal bed, knees pulled to her chest. Twelve years old. Dark hair. Nightlight plugged into the wall behind her, casting a soft yellow glow. She wasn’t crying. She was staring at the door like she expected someone to walk through it and fix everything.

Wyatt intoned and looking really sad. “Huu! Just four years!” Maya sighed. “You know my age now right? So, add that four years you’re talking about to it. And, also remember that we women use to hit menopause” “Wyatt, if it’s your sister who is currently at this my age, can you advise her to wait for four years while ten years has gone already?” Maya asked and stared at Wyatt with serious look. “Since, you have been unable to do anything to that, let’s get off it. I can’t wait and even I have moved on” Maya added and wanted to walk pass Wyatt.

Maya is naturally bubbly and cheerful, she brings light and happiness to any room she enters. Being the daughter of one of the coven elders Maya is expected to be an exceptionally strong witch. The problem that she has is she has no control over her powers and none of them are fully manifested. This is unheard of, witches start to have their powers manifest as early as 12 years old and witches of strong blood lines should have at least one element manifested and complete under control by their teen years. At 15 Maya still struggles.

Finally, he sighed and shifted over, making room for me on the bed. I climbed in beside him, and we sat with our backs against the headboard, close but not quite touching. Giving him space to share without pressure. “Maya was five years younger than me,” he began. “She was smart, funny, and way too brave for her own good. She wanted to make a difference, change the world, all that idealistic stuff.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “She became a cop. Said she was going to fix the system from the inside.”

She just doesn’t know…hope is a powerful emotion. Maya just turned twenty-three in the year 2023. She had the distinctive feeling her life was about to change so she decided to spent the day away from Doom Cemetery but instead found herself being trapped… Permanent words ringing in her ears… “Curiosity trapped the cat.” Cruel laughter ringing in the misty air. She realized she still don’t get that she was the joke. “Olivia…let me out.” Maya called but quickly understood the words was only in her mind. It slowly dawns on her she was trapped and buried alive and she wasn’t alone.

When he looked at me, I felt like prey being sized up by a predator. "This is her?" he asked Kane, his voice carrying a slight accent I couldn't place. "Maya Clearwater," Kane said, not even bothering to look at me. "Eighteen years old, unmated, and trained as a healer's apprentice. She'll serve your purposes perfectly." Alpha Damon circled me slowly, like a buyer examining merchandise. "She's smaller than I expected," he observed, stopping directly in front of me. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, too terrified to meet his gaze directly.

They’ll share their truths, exchange blood and bites, and finally solidify their mate bond. I should be happy for them. Actually, I am happy for them. But there's this knot in my chest that just won’t budge. “Are you brooding again?” I turn to see Maya at the edge of the clearing, holding a woven basket. She’s wearing a long, soft blue maxi skirt that flows down to her ankles and a simple white blouse. Her hair hangs loosely over her shoulders. She looks beautiful. She always does. “I’m not brooding. I’m just resting.”

“Oh yes I did Jackson Hayes!” Frost peered over my shoulder at who it was and I felt his body relax when he saw that it was only Maya. I had noticed since he had that pull yesterday, he has been unusually jumpy. I couldn’t blame him though. I looked back at Maya who then gasped dramatically. “Oh my God,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “He’s cute. Like… unfairly cute.” I rolled my eyes. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” she said sweetly, then leaned closer to Frost. “You ready for your first fireworks festival?”

"Because you humiliated Richard Moore in a board meeting yesterday. That is not the action of someone visiting. That is the action of someone claiming territory." I blinked. "How do you know about that meeting?" "I told you. I have good connections." He smiled again. "Richard has been coasting for years. Someone needed to call him out. I am glad it was you." "You seem to know a lot about me." "I make it my business to know about potential partners. And potential competition." He leaned back in his chair. "Maya Lawson. Twenty-six. Only daughter of Robert Lawson. Graduated top of your class from Harbor Business School. Disappeared three years ago. Returned last week. Filed for divorce from Dav