Romans & histoires Maya Maya Resthouse

“This is Papa. He’s the owner of Quois Haven. His surname is Hanson. You can call him Papa like I do. Every bowl of noodle he makes tastes different. That’s why people call this place Quois Haven!” After that, Maya introduced the others to Alex. Apart from the fat youngster named Liam, there were also others named Juniper Zaddock, Shawn Mandela, Fred Tames, and Murphy Durand respectively. These were all friends Maya had made when she worked here as a waitress. Alex was stunned. He looked at Maya in disbelief. “Did you work here as a waitress before?” he asked. “What’s the matter? Don’t I look the part?” Maya blinked several times. After that, she asked Alex a question as a waitress would. “S

"Now. Tell me more about this Adrian situation. Because I need to know if I should be worried or intrigued." "Both, probably." "My favorite kind of situation." We drove for another hour, the conversation flowing easier than it had in a while. Maya caught me up on everything I'd missed—her new job, her disaster of a dating life, the friend drama I'd been oblivious to. Normal things. Things that had nothing to do with Ronan or his past or his surprise daughter. It felt good. Like remembering how to breathe. The spa town was exactly as advertised—aggressively quaint with too many candles and signs about mindfulness. Maya booked us into a bed and breakfast that looked like it had been decorated

Someplace where I could look at her across a table and pretend, just for one night, that we weren't being hunted. I didn't know Greg had opened a second location in Johannesburg. I didn't know he'd be here. "Ryan?" Maya stood beside me on the sidewalk, wrapped in a coat that swallowed her frame. The cold Autumn wind was picking up She looked tired deep, bone-level tired but her eyes were sharp, scanning the street out of habit now. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." I forced a smile and offered my arm. "Nothing." "After you." The waitress' led us through a maze of white tablecloths and crystal. The place smelled of truffle oil and old money. I kept my hand on the small of Maya's back, feeling the te

And he’s the only one who’s ever coaxed it out of me. So here we are—at Mom’s favorite place to commune with Hecate. It used to be just a flat rock by the river. But over time, Ba and Dad built her a small house with a wraparound porch, one-way glass walls, and a generator for electricity and water. It's completely private—so if someone’s doing something in there that shouldn't be witnessed, well, nobody’s seeing it unless they want to be seen. It's peaceful. Safe. Sacred. And probably the only place I could have asked him to meet me.

A few people greeted me by nodding towards me. I was high. I couldn't feel myself anymore. I guess it's time to get some rest, I thought as I drank the last shot on my table, I turned to see that Maya wasn't anywhere around and walked to the lounge chair and saw her making out with two other girls. “Hey” I staggered to Maya kneeling down “the keys to the room”

"Dice them small. What are you making anyway?" "Beef stew. It was Theo's favorite when we were kids. Our mom used to make it every Sunday." "That sounds perfect for a night like this." They worked in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Maya chopping and Bryan stirring something on the gas. "I'm thinking about getting a job in marketing when I get back to Miami," Maya said. "Maybe in tech. The whole digital world fascinates me." "You'd be good at that. You understand people, how to read them. But why go back to Miami?."

I just showed up and pounded on the door. Jaxon answered, shirtless and covered in fading burns. His eyes widened when he saw me. "Ronan? What the hell.." "I need to see Maya. Now." "She's resting. She had a rough night and.." "I don't care." I pushed past him into the destroyed safe house. "Where is she?" "I'm here," Maya said, emerging from what looked like a bedroom. She was pale and had bandages on her arms, but she was standing. "Ronan, what's wrong?"

I murmured, pressing two fingers to my throbbing temple. "Hey, you look completely stressed out. What happened?" "No—nothing. Luisa, I need a huge favor. Can I please use your phone? I need to call my line —I lost it." "Lost it, or left it behind? Those are two very different scenarios, Maya," she purred. "Fine! I left it behind! Happy ?!" Luisa burst into a fit of giggles. "Now that sounds much more intriguing! What hotel did you guys end up at? How many rounds did you go? I bet it was a lot—look at you! Those bite marks are insanely huge!"

Reid warned, eyes blazing. "I hate you." Maya spat out at him then got out of the car and into the other one. "You'll thank me later." He gritted out. "Never." She matched his tone. After another hour and a half Maya and Reid pulled into a big white house on a lake. It was deep in the country side. They passed some forest before arriving at the house it was beautiful and secluded. At this time of the year the country side in Pairs was normally cold and very wet. Maya dreaded having to leave the car in the dress she was wearing.

A dark look crossed his face as he looked at me. ‘That’s fine, let’s say for 10 people’ he said, regaining his composure. We met at a wood paneled restaurant with large stained glass. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting. Jamie had informed me that this place made the best sausages in Bavaria and that they were grilled on an open fire. They also served several German beers on tap, so I knew the guys would appreciate that aspect of the restaurant. Darcie and Ruth had joined us and the four of us definitely had way too much beer to drink. Marshall ensured we were all returned to our hostel safely. As I said goodnight and turned to walk to my room I felt a hand on my wrist. I turned to see Mars