Maya Wren Novels & Stories

Before I could answer, a soft knock sounded. I opened the door to find a young woman I had never seen before. She was petite, maybe twenty-two, with warm brown skin and a mass of tight black curls pulled into a high ponytail. Freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a striking amber, almost gold in the morning light. She wore a simple gray uniform with the Thorne crest on the sleeve, but the way she stood shoulders back, chin level said she was not ordinary. She smiled, bright and a little nervous. “Miss Aria? I’m Maya. Newly assigned to your wing. The Lord ordered extra help for you and the little one.”

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

Sharing one last loving look between them, they parted ways, heading to either end of the long hallway to their bedrooms. Once inside her room, Wren removed the t-shirt and threw it into her hamper on the way to her bathroom. There she drew herself a nice hot bath and added lavender bath soaps. As she waited for the tub to fill she noticed the steam swirling above her head and all around her bathroom mirror above the sink. She took notice of her reflection. As she looked at herself in the mirror she admired herself. She was an attractive female. She had curves in all the right places. Her auburn hair was long nearly covering her derriere. Her breasts were a full D cups and her bottom was nic

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣, #3) *** The feeling of being watched was as clear as a snake slithering over her skin and Maya was having a hard time not to lure him in and snap his life thread with ease. She had to hold back as she had some ulterior motives with him and that would only be achieved if she had patience and a control over her bloodlust, she had got an assignment which she had to respond till weekend which was just the other day away and before going for her paid prey she had to get these unwanted pest off her back. She walked off from the college and noticed his stare burning at the back of her head, hearing his distinctive footsteps just a few yards from hers. She had been perturbing just to h

, Darren replied proudly. We all burst out laughing. Maya was a brunette with hazel eyes that twinkled in the dim room. She has cute nose and lips and a heart shaped face. She was about 5’5. An inch shorter than me and I could tell she was an omega by scent. “ So Maya, which pack are you from?” I quizzed. “ Crescent moon pack”, she whispered. “ That’s a few miles away. I heard your Alpha is a peaceful and good leader.” I stated.

She frowned and pulled me with her as she went to the house. We met Julia on the way and she turned to her. "Bring it to her room, please." She turned to me and flashed a smile that seemed so sincere that it was hard to doubt her sincerity. "Come, we have a lot of catching up to do." I walked slowly towards her, wondering what she meant by that and if she could be trusted or if she was just like the others. Maya Crane was an interesting woman. Turns out that she was the daughter of a member of the council and had been in another pack far away.

My heart fucking bleeds. I turned back to the mess on the wall. The centerpiece was a floor plan of that mountain cabin Maya had bought—her childhood prison with that woman who stole her. Now she was turning it into some shrine for her foundation launch. Making the industry elite trek up a mountain to honor a kidnapper. And they'd do it, too. They'd line up to kiss her ass. The bourbon sat sour in my stomach as I pulled up a photo of Eliza Warren. Society wife. Foundation donor. Mother to the world's most irritating eight-year-old.

Like someone left a window open in hell," Damian said. THE QUEEN OF THORNS A ripple in the air announced her arrival. Maya dropped from the canopy of a giant cypress tree. She didn't land. She swung on a vine, flipping gracefully to land on the stump next to Damian. She was sixteen now. Or maybe she was a hundred. It was hard to tell. Her skin was a deep, glossy green. Her hair was a mane of weeping willow leaves. Her eyes were bright, intelligent emeralds. "Sun," she greeted me. "Stone," she greeted Dad. "Hey, Sprout," Damian grunted. "The perimeter is shrinking," Maya said without preamble. "Shrinking?" I asked. "I thought we were expanding." "The Green stops at the mountains," Maya said,

She had a feeling that this mysterious woman was the key to unlocking the Shadow Syndicate's secrets. Maya rushed to find Ariana and Marcus, her heart racing with excitement. She found them in the warehouse's makeshift headquarters, pouring over maps and strategizing their next move. "I had a vision," Maya said, barely containing her enthusiasm. Ariana and Marcus turned to her, their expressions curious. "What did you see?" Ariana asked. Maya took a deep breath, trying to recall every detail. "I saw a woman with piercing green eyes and long, flowing hair. She was standing in front of a large, ornate door, and I could sense that she was hiding something."

I admit, tugging at the collar, “but I have no idea what I’m walking into with Wrenley. I tested several shirts, and none appeared remotely tasteful or respectful enough for a first-time meeting.” “There are blouses meant for first meetings?” Maya cocks her head dramatically, like I’ve just told her that I’ve been hiding an alien spaceship in my closet. “This will be the first time I’m hearing such a thing. Wouldn’t it be worse if you fainted in your respectful shirt?”