Mayday Parker Novels & Stories

Maya threw herself against the airlock door, screaming his name, but the pod was hit by a massive surge of kinetic energy. The pod slammed into a soft, bioluminescent wall of violet gel, coming to a violent, bone-shaking stop. Maya was thrown forward with her head hitting the control panel. As her vision began to fade into black, she heard the airlock door hiss open. A pair of heavy boots stepped into the pod. A man’s hand reached down and touched her hair. "You always did have a dramatic entrance, Maya," a voice said; a voice that was deeper, older, and more terrifying than Silas Thorne’s. Maya looked up and saw a man who looked exactly like her father, Arthur Vance, but his eyes were a bri

Everyone froze, dumbstruck. Only Adeline seemed unfazed. She was still tugging at Maya's arm and chattering excitedly, "Let's go, sweetie. We'll leave this bunch of losers behind." Maya didn't move, though. Her eyes were fixed on the people in front of her, especially the man walking at the very front—Maverick. "Mom, I've seen that guy on TV." "Huh? Which one?" "The one in front with the glasses. That's Maverick Watson, second-in-command at Marthen Group. He's always on the financial news," Maya explained. "And the woman behind him is their CFO… That tall guy is their chief legal officer."

Parker’s grin grows. “Oh my God.” “No.” “Oh my God.” “It’s not like that.” “It’s exactly like that.” One of the guys looks genuinely concerned. “For your sake, I hope she’s not a psychology major.” “What?” “They’re terrifying.” “She’s not.” Parker looks at me. “You know her major?” I swear under my breath. The idiots start laughing again. This is a disaster. An absolute disaster. And somehow it’s still better than watching Maya leave. Which is a problem.