Maya Pryce Novels & Stories

They look just as drained as I feel—it’s been a long day, made even longer by Nyx’s surprise visit to the Astral Plane. And now I have to tell Nate what she said. What she made possible. Beside me, Jamal beams with pride. “I present to you—Freya Agawa, High Priestess of the Maiden Coven.” My siblings explode in cheers. Amethyst is jumping, clinging to Axel. Finnegan is howling. My parents are hugging each other, beaming. But it’s Nate who runs to me, scooping me up and spinning me in a blur of motion and laughter.

Watching him, I couldn't help but wonder how Maya had kept up with Zayne. And there was a goal, jumping up from my stand; I had no regrets about being this mad in a game I didn't understand fully. A woman tapped me from behind, and when I turned, I was surprised to see a Caribbean woman and a little brown girl at her side with thick curly hair. When Mia turned to see the girl, I saw her eyes harden, and she narrowed it away from the poor girl who seemed to expect it. "You are Matteo's mother, First Lady. It's a pleasure finally meeting you," she smiled.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Pray for me and fingers crossed ❤️🫶🏿 Have a blissful and wonderful day, until then. Sincerely yours: Angel❤️🫶🏿

Not a question mark, but an exclamation point of persistent, collaborative life. I felt a presence beside me. It was Maya, the former Apex liaison, now heading the Vance Foundation’s local grants office. She followed my gaze. “It’s really something, isn’t it?” she said softly. “I showed the progress photos to Eleanor. She said, ‘That is what capital should do—create platforms for life, not monuments to itself.’” “She’s a smart woman,” I said. Maya hesitated. “You know, he reached out to us. Pryce. After the storm. Wanted to know if the foundation would be interested in ‘underwriting a longitudinal study on aerodynamics and extreme coastal weather.’ He’s trying to get his data funded.”

A voice from the next stall replied, “No. It’s Priya.” Maya sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God. Priya, get out unless you want to be legally bound to this drama.” The toilet flushed. Priya stepped out, completely unbothered. “I was trying to take a peaceful dump,” She said, adjusting her hoodie, “but now I have trauma flashbacks from the phrase ‘uterus karate-chop’.” She washed her hands, side-eyed us both, and left like a woman who had seen too much.

She had to earn every inch of visibility with sweat and bruises. Chloe appeared at her side, chewing on a croissant. “Honestly, May, these foods are the only good thing about this circus. Try the egg toast with truffle. Divine.” “I’d rather they spent this budget on our physio gear,” Maya muttered, still watching the Leo-centric orbit. Chloe snorted. “Dream on. This is all for show. Oh great. Look, Bella’s incoming.” Isabella “Bella” Knight, the club’s PR manager, all sharp smiles and sharper instincts, glided toward them like a Vogue missile. Her gown was flawless. Her tone, sugary enough to rot teeth.

a voice remarked. "Maya has such a way with words—what a clever tongue. I like that," Priscilla beamed. "Alpha Lance and Luna Adelaide have returned," Susan alerted from afar. As they spoke, Lance, Adelaide, and Paisley arrived at the packhouse council hall. Seated to the left of the door was a middle-aged man in a velvet suit. He was handsome, with a shy and introverted demeanor, and was looking toward the entrance. Beside him sat Maya. She was dressed in a wine-red satin gown embroidered with gold and silver patterns. In her early thirties, she was well-preserved, with fair skin.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Max reluctantly moved, and I shuffled into their house. “I just came to drop off some clothes Lili grew out of years ago. I held onto them for Madeleine and Ana, but they’ll be more useful for Pippa in the meantime.” Max and Skye had three daughters. The eldest, Pippa, was six, the middle one three and the youngest only born a couple of months ago. “Thank you so much, Ella,” Skye said, taking the bag, “We discovered yesterday she’d outgrown her summer clothes from last year. This is great.”