Maya X Claudine Novels & Stories

Timothy retorted, displeased. Maya piped up, "Timothy, Mr. Lane and Mia seem to be close. He actually personally supervised the decorations for the hall." Timothy became all grumpy at that instant. Claude was a playboy in Nord City; his girlfriend never stayed the same every three months. Looking at her, he responded, "Yeah. I think Mia is gifted in design and playing piano, at least much better than you." It was such a humiliation to her. "Claude, what are you joking—"

Maya asked, her voice tight with restraint. "Oops, did I strike a nerve? I didn't mean to," Clara said, smiling quickly. The corner of her lips curved in disdain as she sipped more wine. Maya's anger seemed to give her pleasure. She had wished Maya had lost the contract, and she was disappointed when her dad told her the news. Maya's success was a thorn in her side. Maya was getting irritated with Clara's rude attitude and disrespect. She fought back the urge to talk back, fearing her voice might start shaking again, which might make her cry. Clara must not see her weakness.

Mom holds up her glass of white wine to give a little speech. “I don’t know where and how to start, but anywhere is somewhere at least!” we chuckle, staring into her graceful eyes. “You both are the most important people in my life. Through thick and thin, you’ve been there for me. Here I am, turning 42 today, feeling super young and vibrant. Thank you for making this day one to remember. Linda... this is incredible; I’m lost for words. And you—my baby girl—you are so sweet, talented, hardworking, and intelligent. Look at what you baked! It’s lovely! And I also got a brand-new microwave, curlers, and hair dryers... I’m still unpacking...” she teases, and we all laugh together. “You are the b

They sat down together as they began to eat the food while discussing about themselves. "I didn't know you have a new girlfriend who's good at cooking noodles?! Stella teases, enjoying the fact that the noodles were well cooked and it tested Very well. "Well, Clara is an old friend of mine actually! We've been together for some years now". Jane uttered then turned to look at Clara. "Clara, they're my friends and they're also members of the (Sex workers group) Clara was surprised to hear that. She really can't wait to see how the sex workers club has grown over a short period of time.

I said. Madelaine shrugged and headed towards the cliff, taking off her clothes. I watched sinfully, with lust crawling its way up my spine into my head. She peeled off her clothes to reveal a dark green bikini that had one large pink flower over the breasts and the piece of cloth over her pussy. She turned around, her heart-round ass exposed to me, skin pale and smooth. She’s what I think about when I hear the word beautiful now. “Here,” she passed me her glasses and then untied her bun.

With zero options left, I marched straight down the hallway to Luisa’s suite. I needed to dial my number and pray he picked up. "Oh, good morning, Maya!" Luisa chirped the second she swung the door open. "How was your night? Spicy?" She was already fully glammed up, wearing a gorgeous, breezy summer dress with flawless makeup. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. "Yup! I'm meeting up with my cousin, remember? Benedict? The one who had that massive crush on you back in college?" "Oh, right. He lives out here now," I murmured, pressing two fingers to my throbbing temple.

It was a place designed for quiet business and cigars, but tonight, the air was poisoned by a familiar, superficial chatter that Xavier was finding harder to stomach by the second. "Honestly, Xavier, you’ve been acting like a ghost all week," Maya said, swirling her glass of white wine, her diamond bracelets clinking like cheap wind chimes. She leaned back against the plush leather, her eyes sharp with calculating curiosity. "Camila is absolutely miserable. She won't even show her face at the club. You can't let a minor disagreement over some... nobody on the terrace ruin what your families have spent decades building."

Celine went into the kitchen before Mandy would refuse, and Mandy looked at me, asking, "Jace, I don't want you and your wife to have any issues because of me." "Do not worry. Clara is very understanding," I told Mandy, knowing that Celine doesn't really have feelings for me, so there was no way she would be mad at me for sending her on an errand. "What if she got angry?" Mandy asked, and I smiled. "Clara doesn't get angry. I have my ways to pleasure her." Mandy's face flushed, and likewise Celine, who got out of the kitchen and heard our conversation.

asks Gabin. "Let's just say, the only rule to those parties were you had to wear heels" says the maid and continues "Only heels" Falvio and Gabin share a look and both look back at the maid and say "tell us more"

“The teacher is right there,” Sara whispered urgently. “Do you want to get us in trouble?” Maya’s expression shifted from confusion to sudden understanding. Slowly, she nodded. Then Maya turned back to Claire, her voice sharp and dismissive. “It’s over. Get out.” Claire didn’t look up. She walked away heavily, tears streaming down her face, each step slower than the last. Anger burned inside Sara’s chest. She couldn’t believe anyone could treat another person that way. Her hands curled into fists beneath the table, but she knew she had no power here not yet.