Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

Lucas replied, treating the whole conversation as a joke. ​Maya stood up. She then pointed toward the hallway on the right where the restrooms were located. ​"There's a private restroom over there reserved exclusively for the GM's guests. We can do it in there," Maya offered with a wink. ​Lucas was stunned to hear that. ​Was she being serious? ​Lucas swallowed hard once again. Naturally, the immense temptation to enjoy a taste of heaven suddenly surged within him. ​"Come on, what are you waiting for? Someone might come by!" Maya urged.

Lakshmi kept on pleading. "I don't like to dance. '' Mia went to sit down on the couch while she watched the other girls practice. After 4 hours of practice the girls got very tired and it was time to retire to bed. While Grace and Juliet shared a room, Mia and Lakshmi slept in the same room. The next day the girls were up and practicing again, this time they had mastered the dance better than yesterday. They learnt and mastered 2 dance steps in two days, they were slow but Lakshmi had faith

Scott said and he started the car and drove off from the parking lot. “ Where we are we going " Maya asked. “ You'll see ” he said and Maya didn't ask anything again and the car was filled with silence and Scott stole a glance at her every now and then. Soon the car stopped and Maya looked around the place which looked so familiar. She looked at the building in front of her and at the top was written boldly ‘ McDonald's ’ and frowned upon seeing it as it brought back old memories to her. Maya remembered when Chris had taken her and Skyler here and they all sang one at a time. She looked at Scott who was looking back at her.

Christian said. "Then what's the fun of it if it is minimal?" Tyler smirked. "I give up." Christian murmured. **** Makaila got to her house in the evening, wet sneakers on one hand, bag and roller skates in the other. She entered the house and saw it was a mess, indicating that her dad had a party, again. She saw him sitter on the couch watching a TV station and started to walk pass him. "Hey, come back here." His deep voice snapped. Makaila stopped and turned to him.

Maya talked the whole way. “Do you think cats understand English? Do you think I’d survive in a zombie apocalypse? Do you think my skull is a weird shape?” I stared at her. “Can you let your brain rest? Please?” “No,” she said proudly. “My brain is a rollercoaster, and the ride never closes.” When we reached the community center, it was already busy. Maya’s mum had set up her stall: pastel tablecloths, cute labels, trays piled high with cupcakes and flaky pastries that could hypnotize a starving man.

"Gods, you look like you wrestled a demon and lost." Maya's blunt assessment as she pulled me inside earned a bitter smile from me. She was the Beta of the Silvermoon Pack and my only true friend, my best friend since we were pups. Wild red hair, and always brutally honest. "Thanks for the honesty," I said, dragging my suitcase into her apartment. "Can I crash here for a few days?" "Of course." Maya shut the door and studied my face. "But you need more than just a place to stay."

The house was very quiet now. Maya had finished her bath and was feeling much better. She was so happy to be home that she grabbed my hands and looked me in the eyes. "Sarah, it is so late," Maya said with a kind smile. "The rain is starting again. Please, don't drive home in the dark. Just stay in the guest room. I missed you so much while I was away. We can have coffee in the morning like we used to."

"We can try again after we eat." The restaurant was warm and dimly lit, with a handful of occupied tables. The hostess—an older Thai woman with kind eyes—recognized Maya immediately and led them to a secluded corner booth. "You come here often?" Luca asked as they settled in. "It's my sanctuary when work gets overwhelming," Maya admitted. "Something about the food grounds me. Reminds me what I'm fighting for." Luca studied her face in the candlelight. "And what is that? What drives Maya Chen?"

As soon as Maya arrived, she let go of Logan's hand and ran toward one of the groups. It was obvious that she was a frequent visitor. She even had a dedicated group of friends already. "My mom has been too busy. She's making gazillion bucks every day. If she wasn't so busy, I'd be seeing all of you on a rocket ship." "Rocket ship? That is ridiculous. My family owns way more ships. One of them is the Titanic, so I win. Your family only has a car called Rolly-Rosie." "Hello, Maya. Our family has just moved to a mountain called Himalaya. Come to my house some time. I'll cook tiger steak."

she continues, following me and making a scene- restaurant goers stop consuming their salads and drinks like I’m a criminal at this point- watching and waiting. I spin on my heels and turn and face the young girl- looking at her she’s maybe sixteen. Blonde, young, the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen in real life- and she looks scared “Yes?” I say to her breathlessly trying to make it look like I just didn’t see or hear a hotel employee. “Ms. Hart,” she says again, so worried “I didn’t want to upset you But Mr. Whitmere wanted me to remind you that you are a special VIP guest and your quarters are located on floor eleven with the rest of the special guests and family.” As she relays the end