Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

The boys hugged me one last time before Lucian guided them out and when the door finally closed behind them, the huge house felt disturbingly empty. I spent two hours wandering from room to room until the boredom finally drove me back to my bed. I had just settled into the pillows when my phone started ringing. Maya. I answered it immediately. “Hey.” “I’m in,” she said. “I’ve got full access to Lucian’s primary email server.” Fucking finally. “Did you find anything useful?” I asked. “That depends,” Maya said, her tone turning serious. “On what?” “How fast can you get a plane ticket to Santo Domingo?”

“It’s called The Velvet Cage. One where women go to… forget.” Something about the way she said it lingered. Maya hesitated. She should say no, she knew she should but something inside her, something restless, something unsatisfied…. She leaned forward instead. “…Fine,” she said. “One night.” Vanessa’s smile widened. “Good choice.” _____ Maya followed Lena’s directions to an unmarked door in a converted warehouse district.

With a nodding head, Arka followed the beat of the music. "I can finally party again with so many beautiful women!" Arka shouted with excitement as he picked up his luggage. His first destination was the hotel room where Maya was also staying. Arka opened her cell phone, she checked the message sent by Maya. "Room 203." "Let's go party," Arka said, walking away towards the hotel room. Maya was waiting in the hotel room she had booked. Maya had guessed that Arka would come to see her. "I'm already beautiful and sexy. I think Mas Arka will be excited to play," Maya said, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"You won't find much of that here. High Crest values practicality over ceremony." "Sounds perfect." We chatted for another twenty minutes, with Maya telling me about High Crest's seasonal festivals, the best restaurants in the town center, and which pack members I should get to know first. Her easy manner made me feel welcome in a way formal greetings couldn't. Finally, she glanced at her watch. "I should let you rest. Alpha Carson mentioned you'd had a long day." "This was lovely," I said sincerely. "Thank you for taking the time." She stood, collecting the tea tray. "The Alpha asked me to help you get settled in. If you need anything—anything at all, just let me know. My quarters are numbe

I croaked. Within half an hour, Maya’s kitchen looked like a chaotic apothecary: ginger tea steaming in mugs, Sophie’s infamous “hangover smoothie” (bananas, spinach, coconut water, and some mystery powder she swore by), and a delivery of greasy fries and breakfast sandwiches Aria had ordered in her moment of weakness. We all piled onto the couch with blankets, N*****x set to some ridiculous rom-com none of us cared about. “Confess,” Maya said, nudging me with her foot. “Who was Mystery Guy?”

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.

“ Come on. We need to talk.” The two girls grabbed each other’s hands and practically ran out of the backstage area, At Maya’s Mom’s Coffee Shop The little shop smelled like roasted beans and fried plantains. It was small, cozy, with mismatched plastic chairs and a handwritten menu taped to the wall. Maya and Emma sat across from each other at a wobbly table, two cups of hot coffee steaming between them. Maya was still breathing hard, leaning forward with her elbows on the table like she couldn’t sit still.

After lunch, they decided to go and play for some time. They went to a mall and played in the gaming center. The four shopped for Maya a few cute things for her as gifts. Rebecca was escorted by them to her house when they reached home, Maya was already asleep. So, without disturbing the others left thinking it would be a new day the next day. But… only if they knew that it won’t be any good.

I avoided their conversation and was more than glad when we got to the building and saw that the moving cars had reached and our things were being unloaded. The house was three stories, brick walled and old, just like the town. I liked it was a bit out of town. The apartment was pleasant, but tiny. We had only two bedrooms, which meant I would share with Hannah for the time it would take to renovate the resort. Hannah had said we would move there but after seeing it but I was not sure I wanted to live there. Those bones. What if Zach had been right? What if they were human bones? I made a mental note to ask Bonnie about it later.

Now it was reeking of vomit and alcohol. “Water,” Maya requested once she was done. He groaned and went to bring a bottle of water for her. She greedily drank down the contents of the bottle. She burped and trying to stand up only to fall back down. “Hey listen to me,” he crouched in front of her. “I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know either okay? Just tell me where you stay so that I can take you home.” Maya grinned circling her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her face. Their noses met.