Maya Pryce Novels & Stories

she said, her voice low and mysterious. Maya's heart pounded in her chest as Director Pierce continued. "You have a gift, Maya. A gift that could change the course of human history." Maya's eyes widened in shock. What was she talking about? Director Pierce smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're not just a psychic, Maya," she said. "You're a key player in a much larger game." Maya's mind reeled as she tried to process Director Pierce's words. What game? What was she talking about?

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

Veer complained making Maya laugh and Shivansh chuckle. "I thought you were into beautiful ladies." Maya continued mocking him and he rolled his eyes. "Yeah! But not her!" His face twisted into the one of horrified one and Maya laughed Shivansh joining in. "Oh! Veer, I never knew you were friends with, ne- Maya and him." The high pitched voice made the three wince and turn to look at Priya who approached them with a sly smile on her face, her hips swaying way more than necessary. She was clothed in the white tank top that was deep V and short pink skirt that barely covered her thighs. She continued flipping her glossy hair and batting her eyelashes.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the garage. Maya's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping in disbelief. "Vince, the alpha prince?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Purple's eyes gleamed with excitement, and she nudged Maya playfully. "Yeah, our Purity is now a part of the royal pack!" Maya's eyes were still wide with shock, her mind racing with the implications. "Wow, Purity, that's...that's huge!" she stuttered, her voice filled with excitement and a hint of disbelief.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Reyes boomed, leaning against the doorframe. " Maddox, you didn't tell me our prisoner for tonight is curvy as hell with huge tits. She's the one who cracked the bottle on someone's head, right?" "That's her." Maddox looked up at me with a nasty smirk. "Maya Reynolds. I also caught her with coke jammed in her shorts too. Be careful though, she's mouthy as hell." Reyes laughed, the deep echoes hitting me square on my wet crotch. "Goddamn, your whole ass is out. What do you do at that bar? Shake your fat ass for tips? Slamming it on patron's faces on the regular."

"Once we find the Astraea CEO, we’ll fix this." "Lucian, look," Cynthia whispered, her face turning pale. The grand doors at the top of the marble staircase swung open. The lights dimmed, and a single spotlight hit the entrance. Maya Vance descended the stairs. She didn't walk; she glided. The black diamonds on her gown shimmered like fire. The Astraea Star on her neck blinded the front row. And on her arm, looking like the king he was, stood Xavier Thorne. Lucian’s jaw dropped. The room erupted into a frenzy of camera flashes.

--- Maya Price had been thirty-one years old when she died. Financial journalist. Sharp, meticulous, the kind of writer who spent six months on a story before she was willing to put her name on it. She had worked for a mid-sized investigative outlet — not the largest platform, but respected, the kind of publication that serious people took seriously. She had been found in her apartment five years ago. The official cause was blunt force trauma. The case had remained open and inactive for four of those five years.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"