Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

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”

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

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

All the guests in the pack house retired back to their various territorial abodes. The omegas were cleaning up the living room that was infected with stench of dead serpents. The night was not over yet, and Maya was standing by the window of Grey's bedroom, which was now officially hers too, staring out into the dark sky, with her elbow propped up on the window pavement, and her hand underneath her chin. Looking at the twinkling stars in the grey sky, her body barely seen in the dark room, with a dim light illuminating the room, she was like a silhouette princess inside a high tower in distress.

She walked over to Cynthia, who was shaking on the floor, her red sequins now covered in dust and oil. Maya didn't slap her. She didn't scream. She simply leaned down and picked up the scalpel Cynthia had dropped. "Tell Xavier I'm coming for the rest of his crown," Maya whispered into Cynthia’s ear. "And Cynthia? The sanitarium in Switzerland you mentioned? I just bought the mortgage on it. I think you’ll find the accommodations... very quiet." Maya walked out of the unit, the rain hitting her face like a baptism. She climbed into the back of the lead SUV, where Marcus was already waiting with a laptop open.

VALERIE ​I was still sitting at the kitchen island, nursing my second cup of black coffee and pressing a cold spoon against the growing knot on my forehead, when the front doorbell rang. ​A minute later, the housekeeper ushered Maya into the sunlit kitchen. She looked effortlessly put-together as always, holding a tray with two large iced caramel macchiatos from our favorite cafe downtown. ​"Hey, stranger!" Maya called out, a bright, warm smile spreading across her face as she set the coffee tray on the marble island. "I figured you needed a pick-me-up after the insane week you've had."