Maya Maya Resthouse Novels & Stories

It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room. As I moved into the center of the room and placed the speaker on the ground, I finally spotted Maya. She was in the little kitchenette area fixing herself a drink. Maya is the most reserved of the bunch but has always been my favorite of Rachel's friends. She's a petite girl, a mix of Japanese (her mother) and Vietnamese (her father). She typically wears glasses and dresses pretty conservatively but is nevertheless very pretty, in a bookish sort of way. But that night she looked very different. Her glasses were gone, and she was wearing a very short, black skirt that showed off

The Hart estate felt like a gilded cage. Maya stood in the guest room Catherine had assigned her—expensive furniture, silk sheets, a view of the gardens—and felt more trapped than she'd ever been in her original timeline. Daniel paced by the window. "We can't stay here." "Where else do we go? My apartment is surrounded. The warehouse is surrounded. Everywhere I go, people will follow." Maya sat on the edge of the bed. "At least here we have security."

Cael gave a slight smile, still looking at the street. By the time Maya arrived at the house, it was already night — the moment when most of the people were home. Even so, she was always so tired that she went straight to her room. Maya’s room was on the second floor, right next to Bia’s. From up there, she could see the entire movement of the house. During the day, they studied, laughed, cooked together. At night, some stayed in the living room watching movies while others went down to the study areas. Maya was slowly blending in, almost magically. None of them knew she wasn’t human. And for the first time in a long while, Maya felt like she belonged.

Excuse us," Maya said smoothly, steering Reese away. Once they were out of earshot, Reese burst into laughter. "Maya, you're my hero. Did you see her face? Priceless." "Someone had to put her in her place," Maya said with a smirk, raising her glass. As they continued mingling, Reese suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze fixed upon a couple across the room. Her face lit up. "Oh my God, it's the Martins! I have to say hi." Before Maya could respond, Reese vanished, leaving her to her own devices. Maya sighed and headed towards the bar to replenish her drink. She leaned her back against the counter as her mind drifted, her eyes fixed on the bartender pouring another glass full of champa

The drive to the client's house took about twenty minutes, and the whole time, Maya kept singing along to the radio, completely oblivious to the war raging inside my head. Mr. Henderson was thrilled with the bike. He handed us a crisp stack of bills, including the bonus. We loaded back into the truck, and Maya immediately started counting the money. "Alright," Maya said, splitting the cash into two equal piles and shoving one into my lap. "Two hundred for you, two hundred for me. We are officially rich for the weekend." "Nice," I said, pocketing the money. "So," Maya said, pulling the truck back onto the main road. "Since we are flush with cash, we are going to our usual hangout spot. I need

They are carefully designed and well maintained, with several cottages in a row but at a good enough distance that the residents have some amount of privacy. I knock on the door I know to be Maya’s, and when she opens it, I’m surprised to see how relaxed my friend looks. She puts a finger to her lips. “Mom just went to sleep. Want a beer?” I wait outside, sitting in one of the lawn chairs. When Maya arrives, she sits down across from me, handing me a cold one. “What’s up?” I give her a long look. “Is it just me or do you look happy?”

I feared that if he discovered that I was a maid for some arrogant man, he would probably stand up and walk away, leaving me to pay for my own cup of coffee. “Can I take your orders?” the waiter came back once again holding out his notepad “Sure, we will have 2 Drunken Grannys,” Scout answered “Drunken Granny?” I asked in confusion wondering what that was “Don’t worry. It’s a burger,” he replied “With fries or salad?” the waiter questioned “Both.” He scribbled all of that down in his notepad and walked away. “So, I was asking, do you work here?” he asked again

I sported an uncomfortable boner in the tutoring center while she explained whatever the hell it was she'd taken her time to reteach me. And you know what? Her explanation had made more sense than the professor's. I take another long swig of beer and stare across the table we have to ourselves in the back corner of Zep's, a local dive bar close to campus. The owner always reserves about five or six tables on game nights for the team. It's tradition, and what I've learned from hockey is that you don't mess with tradition. Ever. My gaze flickers to Cassidy's roommate who is wriggling around on Austin's lap. They look moments away from putting on an X-rated show right in front of me.

Her scent hits me, earth and smoke, beta through and through. "Hey, new girl," she says, offering a crooked smile. "I'm Maya. Pack medic and occasional babysitter for idiots who get themselves hurt." She holds up a tray with a steaming bowl of stew, a hunk of bread, and a glass of water. "Figured you'd want this before you pass out." My stomach clenches so hard I almost whimper. "Thank you. Seriously." She sets the tray on the dresser and leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "Don't thank me yet. Food's basic, venison, root vegetables, whatever the hunters brought in yesterday. We don't do room service here."

Caleb had already bolted up the winding stairs to his room. Maya was already waiting for us in the kitchen. She walked into the sunroom carrying a tray with a fresh pitcher of iced green tea, her sharp eyes scanning my face the second she crossed the threshold. "Welcome back, travelers," Maya said, setting the tray down on the glass coffee table with a soft click. "So, tell me everything. How did the weekend getaway go? I expect full details. And next time, you better take me along. The text updates Rosa sent about the chocolate fountain were cruel to read from here."