Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

“Until you’re healed enough.” “Where?” “Old motel outside the city,” Maya said. “That’s where I’ve been hiding.” Jonathan nodded. “Fine.” They pulled up outside what looked like a run-down motel that had seen better days decades ago. Maya parked around back where the car wouldn’t be visible from the road. “Room twelve,” she said, handing him a key. “It’s not much but the windows are boarded up. You’ll be safe from the sun.” Jonathan took the key. “What about you?”

The coffee shop Agent Reyes had chosen sat two neighborhoods away from anything with the Carter name attached to it — a small, unremarkable place with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu, the kind of location that seemed deliberately, carefully anonymous. Maya sat across from him in the corner booth, Elias and Damien flanking her on either side, all three of them nursing coffee they weren't actually drinking.

Maya smiled mysteriously. "Well, you need somewhere he'd never think to look." I stared at her blankly. Was there anywhere in this city Ryan couldn't track me down if he really wanted to? I just needed a few days of peace. "Julian, you live in SoHo, right?" Maya called out. Julian nodded as he entered. "Yes. Why?" "Serena could stay at your place! It's farther out, and Ryan would never think to look there," Maya suggested with a mischievous grin.

“I didn’t… I didn’t…” The blonde profiler held up a clipboard and shook her head. I was chastising her and that was not going to work. I took another deep breath, thinking of a change in tactics. “That’s fine, May. You just haven’t told me about your wild night and I’m curious. What bar did you go too Maya?” “I don’t… I don’t remember the name.” “What can you tell me about the place?” “Bar… with red lights,” Maya murmured. “Loud. Obnoxiously loud even now. Smelled like burnt sugar.”

Yana had made the bed before she came back so she just laid on the bed and soon dozed off in the dream land. Maya found herself in a desolated street, dressed in a black pant and shirt. She looked around and saw a motel, having a round circle with bulb in it that made it look like the moon and the real moon was just adjacent it. it was cold and nowhere to spend the night, she decided to go to the motel. She entered the motel and approached someone who seems to be the receptionist. "Good evening, ma'am. I'd love to have a room here but I don't have cash on me"

Chapter 53 – Welcome Back After a long drive from the private tarmac, Ryan set down his small duffel bag near the entryway bench, holding his side as he carefully stepped farther into the house. Maya had left with Marcus so he could help her get somewhere to settle first because she refused to stay with Emma and ryan even though he had more than enough space. Emma came in right behind him with her purse and a small tote bag, watching him closely. “You know you're supposed to be resting, right?” she asked. Ryan gave her a tired look. “I am resting.” Emma raised an eyebrow. “You're literally standing.” He let out a small laugh. “I can rest while standing.”

The bar on the edge of the French Quarter was half-dead at 1:47 a.m., neon flickering, air thick with spilled bourbon and cheap incense. Maya had come here alone after a long shift at the ER, still in scrubs under her denim jacket, hair pulled into a messy knot, dark skin flushed from the heat and one too many mezcals. She wasn’t looking for anything serious. Just heat. Friction. Something to make her forget the twelve-hour code she’d run that afternoon.

Maya waited patiently, her arms crossed in front of her, "I-um, the issue with my room has been fixed and I'll be going back soon." She arched a brow at him. Was that what he was so nervous to say? "Oh, I mean you're welcome to stay as long as you like." He waved his hands, shaking his head in negation, "Nah, I've grown nauseous of seeing your faces whenever I wake up." Maya chuckled but nodded. She opened her mouth to say something but it was cut off by a buzzing sound. "Can you hold on for a sec?" She retriever her phone from the back of her jeans and tapped on the screen,

************ Hours later, I paced around the study, waiting for a response from Blazer or any of the people who went to find Maya. I heard Dashiell sigh, and I looked up to face him. "Still no news?" Just as he was about to answer, his phone rang. He answered immediately. My heart raced as I heard Blazer's voice on the other end. "We've found Maya," Blazer said, his voice grim. "She's in a really bad shape, Sir. Naked, half-dead. We found her in an abandoned house deep in the woods in Oregon. She's covered in thick bruises. Barely breathing," He paused to catch his breath. "We were on our way to a nearby hospital, and a roadblock appeared out of nowhere. If we don't take her to the hospital

I agree. We drive to the mall. I count what I have in my purse while they're choosing their flavours and decide we can manage it if I skip the coffee I was going to get for myself. Noah gets chocolate with sprinkles. Maya gets strawberry and takes exactly four bites before she's done with it and wants to walk around the mall.... A few minutes later, we're heading back toward the exit, when Maya just stops, completely, in front of a boutique window. "Mommy." She's already pressing her hand to the glass. "Mommy, look."