Messy Mya Novels & Stories

She was afraid, her courage had disappeared since her mother died. It's been two years since she lived in hell, she can't respect herself anymore, her body is too disgusting for her to look in the mirror. She always cried every time she finished taking a shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at her very ugly reflection. Many hickeys were visible on her neck and breasts. Making her cry again and standing again under the shower, rubbing soap on her body to get rid of all those marks, but in fact nothing has disappeared from her body, even her memories are firmly attached to Eleven's memory and it makes her sick. It was Saturday, after making breakfast, Eleven went into her father's

The answers became clear when I caught sight of his friend, Aira, sitting comfortably on the couch, completely engrossed in her nerdy pursuits. Aira, with her unruly hair and thick-rimmed glasses, exuded a sense of intellectual curiosity that resonated with Magnus. They seemed to have an unspoken connection, a bond forged through their shared love for knowledge and all things nerdy. The way they delved into deep conversations about obscure scientific theories and passionately discussed the latest technological advancements made it evident that Aira had captured Magnus’s attention in a way I never could.

It was going to be a tough battle of the mind and all Anna could do was help her save her soul from drowning in misery. “It’s okay Amaya. It’s just you and me here. Tell me, how you’re feeling?” Anna tries to press further. Amaya had been showing signs of anxiety disorder and was suffering from PTSD. Bottling up her emotions was going to kill her slowly from within. “I feel dirty,” Amaya drops the words slowly, her voice a little hoarse maybe from her recent screaming. She suddenly looks up to meet Anna’s gaze, her eyes holding so many mixed emotions like she was about to break down.

She hasn't just relied on her family's fortune but has become a scientist capable of presenting at the Mystia Academic Exhibition! [She's so beautiful!] Maya smiled warmly at the audience and began speaking: "It is an honor to participate in the Mystia Academic Exhibition. Now, I would like to introduce my project. This is a research initiative in medicine—a study on a hemostatic drug. Of course, this isn't an ordinary hemostatic drug. I aim to develop a medication that can stop bleeding instantly. With this drug, even in the case of severe injuries, bleeding can be stopped immediately, significantly increasing the chances of survival for patients. Moreover, it could save precious medical bl

All jokes aside. My current step father, Mason Black was her 5th marriage within a span of 4 years. But Mason was different, he was sculpted like a greek god with dark hair and forest green eyes. His stubble hid his strong jaw and clothes covering his veiny arms. He reeked of masculinity and right now I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I slide the doors to his master bedroom open, spotting him overlooking the ocean view with his hands behind his back.

Mya shook her hand, flicking away the gore. “How revolting. Do you have a tissue, Tom?” Tom wordlessly handed her his jacket. She used it as a rag without a second thought. "I hate vampire blood—it's so hot and sticky. Disgusting," she muttered. Tom remained limp on the floor, staring at the woman who had returned to her normal, beautiful form. "What... what are you, Mya?" "Me? Why? Are you scared? I figured you’d be afraid of me," she said, her voice softening slightly.

Sam watched as Mya punched a boxing bag, one was already lying broken on the floor. Sweat dripped from her brow and ran in rivulets down her back. Her hair, usually blue and black, was long, unkept and most of the blue had grown out. Her bare hands were bruised, and bloodstains stayed behind after each punch. Sam knew she’d been at the bags for over an hour. Taylor, who’d dealt with her grief by taking care of everything alone, had asked Sam to check on Mya. Sam understood that Mya was grieving, but Taylor was too. And leaving her with all the arrangements, and dealing with Jane’s things, was unacceptable.

she admitted, stepping back and pulling me inside by the hand, closing the door behind us with her foot. The apartment was a mess, filled with takeout containers stacked on the coffee table, blankets piled on the couch, empty wine bottles lined up on the counter. Mia wasn’t exactly the most organized person I knew, but I’d never seen her house this messy. Something was clearly eating at her. And I truly hoped I wasn’t the cause of it. She led me to the couch, pushing aside a pile of blankets so I could sit, then dropped down beside me, knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. “I’ve been a wreck,” she said quietly, staring at the floor.

She yelled for help, hoping that her father would come to her rescue. "So your dad has been the one protecting you all this while?" Alyssa paused before she smiled. "He won't come for you Mia" she kept on squeezing her fist and making gestures as if she was pulling a rope for a tug of war. "So you can hear?" Lakshmi was struggling to talk and hold on to her hair as well. "After all you have discovered, you really want me to believe that you are surprised?" Alyssa scoffed. "Stooppp!" Mia suddenly screamed as her nails grew longer and her eyes turned red before she scratched on Alyssa's face, inserting three of her fingers in her eyes at the same time.

, said Mya. Mya kept on going and going about how this boy looked like but I wasn’t really listening. Mya had braces on her teeth and she had freckles on her face. But she kept them half-hidden with the make-up she put on her face. She always kept her silver blonde hair in a bun and her hair kind of complimented her eyes as they were silver grey. But her eyes weren’t that much noticeable to normal humans due to the fact that she wore glasses and nobody bothered to interact with her, except me.