Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

The glowing symbols faded into dull ash scattered across the earth. It looks like a battlefield after the war is over. And in the middle of it— Maya. On her knees. Holding the twins tightly against her chest like she’s afraid the world might try to take them again. Relief crashes over me so hard my legs almost give out. They’re alive. They’re safe. For a second, nothing else matters. Just them. “Maya…” My voice comes out rough, strained, almost unrecognizable. She looks up slowly. Her face is pale, tear tracks marking her cheeks. She looks beyond exhausted. Like she gave everything she had and then some.

“Okay, go and get changed out of that horrid outfit. We’re having a special dinner.” Laughing, Maya made her way up to her room. Her mother always believed jeans and a shirt were horrid clothes. They were the clothes she had always been comfortable in. Closing her door, she moved toward her window overlooking the large forest area that surrounded their town. It was a wonderful place to live with a large lake, and plenty of fun activities to get involved in. Maya had never ventured into the forest. She had nightmares of wolves, darkness, trees, all of it. Her window was partially open, and as she stood looking out over the view a breeze drifted into the room.

It’s was A sunny Afternoon, Maya had just came back from her 2nd shift where she worked as a waitress in a restaurant when she over heard her step Mother and father talking about a marriage arrangement between their family and The Smith family. Maya Adams a 20 years old girl who lived with her father and stepmother in the big city of Atlanta, her stepmother had a daughter whose name was Mira. Maya’s Mother has been in coma for over 6 months. A month after Maya’s mother went into coma her husband Gavin Adams married another woman whose name was Doris which was Mira’s mother after marrying her she made Gavin stopped paying for Maya’s mother hospital bills. So Maya had to take 3 jobs and stoppe

"Did we die? Is this the New City?" Maya looked down the beach. Thousands of people were standing there. They were looking at their hands in wonder. The children were playing in the water. "No " Maya said. She looked up at the sky. There were no ships. The sun was shining brightly and warmly. "This is the Waiting Room " Maya said. "I moved the computer system to the backup memory. We are safe for now." Benson asked her "For how long will we be safe?" He held Maya tight.

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.

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.