Messy Mya Novels & Stories

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

"Do you have anything sexy in here?" "I don't know," I answered. "I went shopping with Kae a few days ago. He picked me out some clothes, but I don't remember exactly what he bought." Mysha hummed as she rummaged through my clothes, tossing articles of clothing over her shoulder and making an enormous pile in the middle of my floor. "Aha!" she made a sound of victory as she held up a skimpy, black dress that had a large dip in the chest area. "This is perfect. Put this on right now," she ordered and threw it at my face. I sighed and went to the bathroom to change.

“How so?” Maya laughed softly. “Let’s just say she’s not exactly… from our world.” A pause. “She’s sweet,” Maya continued, her voice dripping with false generosity. “But she’s had a bit of a colorful past, you know. She tends to… attach herself to men with influence.” The woman’s brows lifted slightly. “Bryan Blackwood is… generous,” Maya added, shrugging. “He likes projects.” At another table, Maya leaned toward a man in his fifties, a board member of a multinational conglomerate.

Because the child was wearing a mask, Zoey couldn't see her face clearly, but Zoey could feel Mya's love for the child. She started the car and led Mya to Brodie's hospital. Before getting off the car, Zoey received a document sent by Roland. She glanced briefly and obtained an important piece of information. Mya used to be Royce's secretary, and there were rumors about their relationship. However, Mya sold company secrets to a rival company and disappeared for six years. Now Mya has returned, accompanied by her sister and her daughter. She also took the initiative to find Royce and became his lover.

I nodded my head. “Well, that’s an easy fix” Mya said, typing on her phone. A few seconds later her phone chimed with an incoming message. I sat up on the floor. “And done, now can I have my mate back please” Her eyes giving me a chilling look. I won’t lie, it was kind of eerie. “Depends.” “Just wait for it” she said, rolling her eyes and sighing.

Messy is a word that understates what she looks like right now. Mia walks into the cabin and hurries to the basin. She rinses the mud on her face and palms, cleans the cut carefully, and relieves to see it has stopped bleeding but watches helplessly at the mud on her hooded sweatshirt. She decides to let it go since no remedy could be done. After she finishes the cleaning, she takes a deep breath and turns to face the man. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Mia. Are you also caught in the rain?”

A table the size of a chessboard sat by the window, and next to it, a futon that unfolded into a bed if you coaxed it. Mya stood in the middle and listened. No staff moving down the hall. No clipped voice asking for her RSVP. No Lorraine tapping a spoon at breakfast. Just traffic, a siren somewhere far away, a dog barking on a lower floor. It was messy and a little loud and hers until she couldnt afford it anymore, which would be in less than two more days. She made coffee on the stovetop and watched it bloom. It tasted regular. Not imported, not nonsense. She burned her tongue and smiled, because it felt like proof that she was real.

~MYA~ Mya stared at herself in the mirror. The comment that Chad had said about her looks last night seemed to stay in her mind. She wanted to do a different look. And after all the experimenting, she found it. She still kept her baggy pants; only her shirt was more revealing and tighter. She even went the extra mile and applied a little bit of makeup. By the end, she had discovered that this was her look. Sexy, yet a bit tomboyish. When she walked into the kitchen Amy stared at her, and Mya stared back for a moment.

Mia continued, her tone playful, “but it’s obvious you’re more than that. You must be very important to Maurice.” Martin’s lips curved into a small smile. “We practically grew up together.” “Well then, let me properly introduce myself. I’m Mia Mayer,” she said with a light laugh. “Though sometimes I still slip and say Mia Rivers, or even Mia Bryan.” Hearing her claim his name with such ease made Maurice’s chest tighten with pride. He held her closer, unwilling to let her even stand to shake Martin’s hand.

I went up to my room to change, a pair of clothes I'd bought at a thrift store so I could look for a job folded on top of the desk, ready to be put on, I put them on and ran downstairs, feeling more and more hopeful. Bob explained to me on the way about the company his daughter worked for, and this made me very excited. It was a very famous cosmetics company, Make-Pró. It was a new brand, about five years old, but it was highly promising, many bloggers were talking about it, and I had her entire collection of lipsticks in my purse, which was cowardly stolen as soon as we arrived at the house Bob had given us in the Bronx.