Rent Tango: Maureen Novels & Stories

I fight the blush coming to my cheeks as I remember how he whined on and on when he had asked me to at least have breakfast before coming here, and I refused. The way he fills my thoughts is alarming. “Now, Maureen, fill us in on why you called for this meeting.” Who is Maureen? “And remember you cannot do that with gum in your mouth.” Oh, her. Maureen is Siren eyes. All fifty something pairs of eyes turn to focus on her as she spits the gum into her left fist, and take her time in standing from her seat.

she said. Maureen is the first daughter of Principal Myles. She’s a private Detective in New York City. She has a good record and often the NYPD has contracted her to work on certain complex cases with them. The FBI is not left out. They often use Maureen Myles to nail complex cases. She isn’t perfect in her relationships. She has had several failed relationships. Maureen is damned good in her life outside of relationships. Rosita hug up the call and glanced at her mother. “She said she will be on the next flight to New Orleans ASAP.”

Everyone stood around looking at each other or at the floor or anywhere except directly at Tiffany. The teacher was on her radio. Two girls went to collect Tiffany's bag. Chloe was still in the same spot, the colour still not back in her face, and she had stopped looking at Hazel entirely. Hazel kept her eyes on the wall and said nothing to anyone. --- "Karma," Maya said, walking beside her back to the changing rooms. "It really does come around." Hazel frowned. "I'm fairly sure I was the one she was targeting." "You were. She just got in the way of her own plan." Maya shrugged. "Same result."

AIDEN The air of pleasure was slowly clearing from the atmosphere as I was holding the mini camera in my hand. I had been suspecting a setup until the moment I was holding her in my arms. But then, it turned out that suspicions had been right all along. There had really been no deal and was trying to strike among the both of us. “Aiden… I can explain…” Gina was muttering as she was trying to find her dress which I had already torn in the heat of my pleasure. “I wasn't going to do anything with that, I promise….”

Staring at the dough, I folded it and folded it and folded it until my hands ached. "He deserves it," Maren went on, slapping a hunk of raw meat onto a chopping board. "He has ruined this pack. All he does is drink, gamble, and spend the last penny we have left." "And Luna Aurelia?" Kira broke in with a scornful smile. "She doesn't give a damn if the entire pack burns to ashes, as long as she's got silk dresses and jewelry." The kitchen became heated with their laughter, mixed with fear and bitterness.

A heavy and hoarse voice disturbed Marra's ears. "Ah, I'm fine. Sorry for nudging you. I was in a hurry." Marra stepped aside, but for a moment, she stopped and turned her head to watch the back of a black T-shirt that was roomy enough to hold. Its arms and neck, covered with tattoos, began to move away, disappearing among the crowd of visitors. "I feel like I've seen him before. Is this deja vu?" Marra nodded, and she continued to walk towards the other stairs. ***

Elena hissed, angrily dashing out of the room. I was still absorbed in my anger when I heard a vase break. I rushed out of the room and saw the broken pieces scattered on the floor. Somebody was definitely here. “Maureen!” I called out loudly for the maid who appeared in my presence in the matter of seconds. “Sir Rickard, you called for me?” She asked, bowing her head slightly. “Did you see anybody around this area?” I asked curiously. “I was busy in the kitchen sir, but I know for a fact that it's just the three of us in the house,” Maureen answered softly.

He was shoved out of his memories, with a harsh nudge… He opened his eyes, with a glare ready but He met up with the two hazel eyes looking down at him with a little boredom. his icy glare turned into a playful one… “Missed me that much..?” Naseer smirked “Don’t flatter yourself Tarun” he sat on the table “Ahmed Ahzar. Get your lame ass away from my beautiful table” Naseer said still with a playful glare..

Maureen joked, stepping up to him and snapping her fingers loudly. Steven blushed a deep crimson. "Ms. Maureen, you look absolutely stunning today." "Steve, you're Michael’s chief secretary," Maureen teased, shaking her head. "Can you please stop acting like a lovesick schoolboy every time you see a beautiful woman?" A short while later, Maureen’s Rolls-Royce arrived at the Ashford hotel

Anuj waited with baited breath. The Dj played music for Tango, one of their old favourite number with an amazing choreography that only they knew. Mahira looked startled as the music came on, looking up at Tazz who was smiling, she realised that he had already planned this. They started with the bang of the music, Mahira looked into his eyes, hypnotised.