Stella Maeve Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“The Moonstone pack is very conservative and secretive. I fled when I was 15 and Luna Ruby took me in. I found my mate here, and I love living in this pack. Helena finally tracked me down, she says, and she’s been trying to get me to come back with her. She’s insulted everything so far. I do not want to go back. And I’m very sorry for her insults Luna, they do not reflect my feelings.” Maeve nods with a smile, telling Asha she is not mad. That ignorance is a hard battle to win, and she’s asking questions because she doesn’t want to be ignorant. She looks at Helena when she explains she asks me all the questions about my people and our way of living because she never had an opportunity to lea

Kenna’s silver eyes meet mine, glassy with tears. “I–Maeve is the first full-blooded Firestone witch born in over a thousand years. We just had her tested.” She sniffles, swallowing what looks like a sob as she continues, “Her powers are–a lot, for someone so little. We’ve been having some problems back in Veiled Valley and….” She meets Sarah’s eyes in a pained grimace. “I don’t know what to do.” Sarah glances at me apologetically as Kenna bursts into tears.

"Ethan. Ha! Tell me, have you seen his girl? The daughter, what was her name…Maeve? Say, does she look like her mother? Do you know who I'm talking about—" "She looks like Ethan, Romero." I said bluntly, color rising in my cheeks at the mention of Maeve's name. In truth I only knew what Ethan looked like from the handful of portraits I had seen scattered around the castle, but the resemblance was uncanny. Maeve was her father's daughter, the fair version of her father's dark and brooding characteristics. "Ah, so he speaks more than one word at a time," he laughed, a dry choking sound that made the hair on my arms stand on end. "I was told you didn't start talking until you were five years—"

“I said judgment, not taste.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Stella tilted her head until her glossy dark curls cascaded over her shoulder. We always joked that she was the United Nations of humans because of her multicultural background—German and Japanese on her mother’s side; Black and Puerto Rican on her father’s side. The result was five foot eleven inches of leggy limbs, deep olive skin, and catlike green eyes. Supermodel material, if she had any interest in being a supermodel, which she didn’t. “It was just an observation, but you’re right. I don’t know him well enough to judge. Statement retracted.”

Gisselle introduced, "Chelsea, this is Maeve Salazar. She is four years older than us. I usually call her Maeve. You called me early to meet me. Fortunately, Maeve is free. Why did you get up so early today?" "I couldn't sleep, so I got up." Chelsea gave a perfunctory reply and turned to look at Maeve. According to the information that Gisselle had sent before, Maeve was about thirty. Logically speaking, she was still young, but maybe because she was more worried about taking care of her children, she looked a little more haggard than her peers. Maeve was 63 inches tall and thin. Her skin was not white, but she was somewhat a beauty, clean and tidy. Besides, she looked very pleasing.

photograph with flowers symbol of death Maya did not reply to her brother; In few moments her parents came and they took her home. Maya felt her vision blurred with tears when she laid on the bed that night; the big packet of various tablets with a glass of milk was kept on the nightstand; she was supposed to take that and sleep the night off; Everything she ever worked for seemed to go in vain. Maya was one of the lucky students who completed graduation at the age of 19; She wanted to be a model and next week was her audition for a modeling reality show.

(Stella's POV) “Stella!” “Coming.” I shouted from my room after hearing Anna called my name. I quickly combed my messy deep brown hair that fell to my waist and left it loose. Anna is my best friend and her house is located not many miles away from mine. She is 5'3, same height as mine. With her auburn hair, fair skin tone and with black spectacles she always looks cute. Her father died few years back in an accident and she lives with her mother. She had no siblings so I became the one for her. We went to same school, same high school and now we are going to same college.

After Adriana coaxed Milo to sleep, Maeve woke up. The nanny fed her milk and brought her over. The sister looked very much like her brother, but her mouth resembled Adriana's, and her hair was black. Her eyes, however, still carried the unmistakable features of their father. Heidi couldn't put her down. "Our little girl is so beautiful. She looks just like a princess from a cartoon—dark hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and she already looks very smart." Adriana smiled indulgently. "Maeve, Heidi is praising you."

Her Chesnut colored eyes seemed to sparkle from the flames of the fire that was burning in the hearth. After the first 15 minutes of small talk with Maeve, I knew she was someone I would want in my corner. Although short, her aura was fierce. A force to be reckoned with. It was no wonder why the Moon Goddess has mated her to Beta Drake. It took a special kind of woman to be married to the Beta. “So, is your Beta now running the pack?” She asked before sipping some of her rose’ wine that she had brought for us. I sipped my glass as well before nodding my head.

Stella was thinking with disgust. She had never met this guy before. What she had heard from her roommate was he’s very very rich, some sort of millionaire from Chicago. He’s renting this place for Patricia, paid a lot of money! Funny enough, Stella was from Chicago, too. Her mother was Thai. She divorced her father and married an American man since Stella was ten years old. John owned a pub in Chicago. Stella’s mother ran a Thai restaurant there, the business was so far so good.