Station 19 Maya And Carina Novels & Stories

Maya was already seated beside her. “Oh, Cara,” Maya said brightly, flashing a practiced smile. “You really made me proud yesterday.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice just enough to sound sincere. “I genuinely waited for your call, you know. But all in vain. Where was the after-party celebration, girl? You did amazing I swear.” Sara turned to her slowly. “I was with Henry.” Maya’s smile stiffened for just a fraction of a second. “Really?” she said lightly. “So you like Henry more than me?” She pouted !

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.

On a fine Saturday Mayla overheard Carl telling someone over the phone that they should meet at a mechanic shop . She kept quiet and waited for Carl to get ready and step out . She then followed him quietly from behind making sure he didn’t realize she was following him . Mayla’s feet felt numb by the time she reached the corner of the mechanic workshop. She had followed Carl quietly, hiding behind stalls, parked cars, and street vendors, praying her heartbeat wouldn’t betray her. She expected a stranger.

“Get in the car.” Ezekiel shook his head. “We’re not going anywhere with you.” “Then Chioma dies,” Maya said simply, turning back to her car. Amara’s heart lurched. She looked at Ezekiel, her eyes pleading. “We have to.” He cursed under his breath but nodded, holstering his gun. They climbed into the backseat of Maya’s car, the ledger burning a hole in Amara’s jacket. The drive to the studio was silent, the tension suffocating. Amara’s mind churned with possibilities—escape, negotiation, betrayal. She didn’t trust Maya, but she couldn’t risk Chioma’s life.

Could she see us? “Does she have x-ray eyes?” Zane whispered. “I don’t think so. She seems to be centering herself for something. For what, I don’t know,” I replied, my heart thundering in anticipation. What was she up to? Maya stood over a huge rock on one leg and folded hands over her head. Her wooden staff lay across her back, strapped securely. Just a push or the mere force of the wind could tip over the willowy figure to the dangerous, roaring black river.

But Maya couldn’t tell whether to feel comforted or frightened. **** The train station was just after the academy’s boundary. By midday, Maya stood on the platform with her suitcase at her side. Students moved around her. Travelers came and went. This time, nobody paid attention to her and for once, she appreciated that. The train rolled in with a sharp whistle, its steam drifted through the morning haze. Her journey to Silverclaw was finally beginning. Ethan arrived a few moments before boarding, breathing heavily. "You made it," Maya laughed.

Aiden protested. Saba appeared behind him, still holding the remote. “He’s a racer who almost took out a rosemary planter, so I’ve been promoted to unpaid copilot.” “You’re Maya’s sister?” Gracie asked. Saba immediately straightened, even though her hair still looked like the aftermath of an academic hurricane. “The one and only. If Maya looks stressed, it’s usually because she loves me too much.” “I sound stressed because you’re letting my child drive near vegetation.”

"I could bury you in the floor of this headquarters, so tell me if you really know where Carista is." Miley gasped for breath, her lips spoke nervously. "Sh-she's with Taylor... in the city of Aberfey!" ***

She smiled. Delmont nodded. "Inform our staff in Italy to send a private jet to pick them up. Vincent should stay in our building in London until further instructions are given. Since Vincent needs straightening, nobody would be better than someone in Carter's family to tame him and make him a better person," He ordered Diego. Grace looked at him. "Do you want him to get married?" She asked him. Delmont nodded. "Yes. The council has chosen Mila Carter," he replied. Grace's face beamed. She heard how smart and well-trained Mila Carter was and she had witnessed her behavior the few times they had met.

Maya was getting confused, her heartbeats fastened as she began anticipating the truth Wakanovak remained silent throughout the whole time that Damika spoke “Tonight is a big night for us, let us take you somewhere,” Damika stood and offered her hand to Maya to get up, 2 women in bright tribal outfits stood behind Maya and followed her like two bodyguards, they held in their hands an urn with a percolated lid, there was fragrant smoke that whiffed out from them, they were offering the smoke to Mahira while walking.