Messy Mya Novels & Stories

Mya said after stretching out her hand to feel Lincoln’s breath. “I understand now.” “What have you understood?” “Mya’s troop was not ambushed here five years ago. They experienced hallucinations here and self-detonated their explosives. It’s all connected to the radiation emitted from this island.”

“Don’t you want to get dressed Mya?” Mya looked down, all she had on was a grey night shirt that stopped just above her knees. Probably best in this place to be dressed just in case anything happened. She slowly pulled on some pants from her drawers and a pair of grey shorts that she’d dropped on the floor the other day. Once semi decent she started to limp slowly through the lounge, her leg still wasn’t quite right. “Hey Mya, why don’t you have your hair down at all? It’s such a beautiful colour and so long” Storm said from behind her as she followed her towards the front door.

Maia: 6 years old I wake up and yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. I’m sitting in a large hollow tree trunk. I have no idea why I’m here or how I got here. I feel soft moss under my feet and crawl out from the tree. Animals and critters in the forest gather around and approach me. They gently nuzzle their noses against my legs, and when I sit down on the grass, they curl up on my lap. There are rabbits, foxes, squirrels, deer, elk, birds, and mice. They follow me around and do not leave my side. I feel safe and loved in this forest, and I want to live here forever. The forest is my home, my safe place, my everything.

I croaked. Within half an hour, Maya’s kitchen looked like a chaotic apothecary: ginger tea steaming in mugs, Sophie’s infamous “hangover smoothie” (bananas, spinach, coconut water, and some mystery powder she swore by), and a delivery of greasy fries and breakfast sandwiches Aria had ordered in her moment of weakness. We all piled onto the couch with blankets, N*****x set to some ridiculous rom-com none of us cared about. “Confess,” Maya said, nudging me with her foot. “Who was Mystery Guy?”

— Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. She had dressed carefully for her day out with Alessandra. Her heart was filled with anticipation, a stark contrast to the disappointment that was to come. As the hours ticked by, Mia’s excitement slowly turned into anxiety. Alessandra was nowhere to be seen. She tried calling her, but her calls went unanswered. With a heavy heart, Mia realized that Alessandra wasn't coming. She remembered Alessandra's workaholic nature, a trait that often made her lose track of time.

Startled, Myla spun around to see the cleaner standing in the doorway of the restroom. "I can't go out like this! It’s right in the middle!" Myla looked around frantically. She reached for her head, realizing that in her panic to find a way to rectify the situation, she had set her earpiece down on the sink earlier so it wouldn't fall into the sink. She was completely disconnected from Jared, Hayden, and Beck. "I can help, Madame," the old cleaner offered kindly. Her voice was raspy, sounding like dry leaves skittering across the pavement. "I have a small sewing kit in my cart. Come here, let me help you."

Reena pulled the blanket over her head and mumbled, “Ugh… let me sleep. You always nag like a TV serial mother-in-law.” Niya put her hands on her waist and said in a cold tone, “Oh, Madam Maharani, today is our first day at the office. If you don’t want to do the job, that’s fine. But I do. And I’m going to get ready. Bye.” That was all it took. “What? First day?!” Reena suddenly jumped up in panic. She started changing clothes without even taking a bath. Her hair was messy, and sleep still clung to her eyes.

Mia had a Planet History class after her morning run & shower with Master Alex. It would be in room 2a. She was a little early so decided to go via the mess hall and help herself to a choc custard. She only allowed herself to have a little a week because she loved them so much and unchecked this addiction could ruin her figure. She had a classic hourglass figure, or she had been told by one of the girls that read all the rich people gossip news, that she had absolutely no interest in. She had left her thick wavy hair out because it was still drying from the shower but now it was starting to annoy her so she chucked it up in a piggy tail and headed for class.

She was not expecting her to show infront of her anyway. "Why is this bit** here?" Sandy whispered to amy. She was surprised to see herself. Their wonderful moments were cherished well. " Well, we met again maliza." Sandy said with a forced smile. She was pissed off with her arrival already. Maliza turned to sandy and said. " Isn't this our great amys right hand. You are still clinging onto her till now. That's a great news to hear." Maliza said with meaningful words. " Yeah right.... Atleast I am better than some scheming bit**s...." Sandy directly said.

she shouted happily, while shoving cake into her mouth "But when was the plan made? Amelia really doesn't know!" she added investigating. "This is Daddy's plan with the help of this cool crew. Great, isn't it!" I answered with a laugh. "Yes that's was great! And, only recently your cool daddy been called a rat!" said mr, Kusuma smiling mischievously while looking at me. I immediately remembered the incident in the bathroom. Turns out he heard what I said. Ouch! ***