Maya Wren Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

“I walk around like someone who has to live with grief but who gets jealous because their family didn’t die?---Only Zelda.” When I said that, she didn’t have a comeback. *** The gym filled up with solemn music as kids handed out flyers to parents and guardians. Teachers stood at different spots for donations to the town memorial fund. Older people who fought in the war gave speeches and got somber nods. It was my turn to speak, my heart hammered and my fingers clenched around the paper. When I opened my mouth to speak, it wasn’t the words they had given me. “My name is Maya,” I said. “Some of you know me as the girl who lost her parents in the Blood War. Some of you know me as the girl the H

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

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

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The text had been cryptic, but the threat to Jeri's life was clear. Since he was asked to come alone, he asked his guards to wait for him from a far distance from the old warehouse. As Darien stepped out of the shadows, a figure emerged, causing him to flinch in fear. "Who are you?" Darien demanded out of fear. The figure revealed a woman with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair. "I'm Maya," she said. "I've been tracking Adrian's operations for months." "Huh?” Darien's eyes narrowed."What do you want?"

Mirage’s P.O.V “Why?” I screamed, my voice scrubbed raw as I looked at the woman I was a splitting image of. “Why do I have to follow you around all this time? Why can’t I just…stop! I’m fed up of all this, mom! I just want this to end!” Maya Alejandro, former beta to the Dark Water pack, a powerful wolf who had lost everything in the name of love, and the woman who was my mother…slapped me across the face.

Maya is not going to do what Cara would do. So she sets the wound down. Not away. She is not pretending it disappears. The box containing Dex has another name inside it now, and the lid is farther from closing than ever. But Maya sets it at arm’s length. Close enough to acknowledge. Too far away to touch the controls. Then the cold part begins working. And the situation, viewed without blood in it, is almost generous. There are two constraints. The first is Riley’s. Cara is buried inside a settlement that trusts Maya. Fifty or so people who have no idea they are sheltering the final member of the committee.

Toby added, pointing toward the wide marble staircase, "the CFO of the sandbox has arrived." Fifteen-year-old Maya was coming down the stairs, accompanied by Mrs. Gable. Maya was radiant in an emerald-green silk dress, her dark curls pinned back neatly, carrying a leather-bound sketchbook under her arm. Though she was now a high school sophomore passionately focused on environmental engineering and urban botany, she still carried the bright, expressive joy that had always lit up the Sterling home. "Mom! Dad!" Maya called out, running the last few steps before giving Clara a tight embrace and hugging Damon around the waist. "The Zurich botanical team agreed to sponsor our greenhouse design fo

“Who’s Maya?” Lucien glances at me, and an imperceptible smile touches his lips briefly. “Jenna. Jenna Carr. Her real name is Maya Serrano. She’s a former CIA agent who has been working for the company.”