Stella Maeve Ethnicity Novels & Stories

He held her chin gently and looked down at her. “I was so afraid, Varrick, after I witnessed my cousins marrying, I felt so alone all of a sudden. It didn’t help that you didn’t seem interested in me anymore. Those women, they were beautiful, sophisticated and you looked good with them. I felt so inadequate compared to them.” She tried to hide her face against his neck again but he won’t let her. He cupped her face with his large hand and stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “Ever since I met you Mabel, you never left my thoughts. I might be biased but I call you my goddess for a reason. You are more beautiful than those women inside and out. I see the way you interact with my employees and

"What is it, Mum? What's going on? You've said this same thing before." Stella took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she continued. "You see, Mia, there's something extraordinary about you. Something beyond what we can comprehend as ordinary humans." Mia furrowed her brows, trying to process her mother's words. "What do you mean, Mom? What's extraordinary about me?" Stella reached out and clasped Mia's hands in hers, her touch comforting yet charged with an otherworldly energy. "Mia, my dear, you are not just a regular wolf or royalty. You are a goddess, a divine being with a special purpose."

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color

I on the other hand am not that way curvy, though I also have a flat tummy, but my curves don't show like hers. My rare beauty draws its source from my piercing green hypnotizing eyes.... I am white skinned like my mom, but I am from African American descend. My dad is an African American whilst my mom is from Hungarian, American and English descend. I think I am a horrible mix breed. I followed the maid after taking a stern look at her. "What's your name?" I asked and she turned to me. "I'm Stella, Miss." She replied with a little smile. "And how old are you?" I asked again. I don't know why but I kept asking her the unnecessary questions.

She explained how she discovered the truth about her biological father, who had her biological mother killed, and also arranged for Macoy to murder her adoptive parents. Furthermore, Stella shared that she is of mixed heritage, with human blood from one side and wolf from the other, a fact confirmed by a report she obtained through Vella. This mix is why Stella isn't just any ordinary human; she can bear a Lycan child without enduring extreme pain. Despite possibly possessing the strength of a wolf, Stella doesn't have wolf characteristics. This mystery may require a witch's magic to solve it.

It was that weird man who had been typing something on his tablet earlier. Shaking off the need to know him, she smiled and stood up from the chair and greeted Desmond, “Greetings, Sir. I am Stella Rachael but I am afraid I am not a girl,sir!” “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Desmond laughed at Stella’s nice acting. He couldn’t help but nod. “Gentlemen, I can see you went through thorough assessment to get someone like Sinyorita Stella. So, who is that who saved my boy?” Desmond asked. He kept his high spirits and threw back Juma’s ever changing face behind his back.

she boldly queries. Oh. I see. This is a simple misidentification. Thank God. I thought I met them before. They have to know they're misidentifying me as somebody, so I smile at them and then say, "Sorry, girls. I'm not that girl you girls hate. We haven't even met before." "Nah," the Black girl says. "You were here last night, freaking Chelsea." "My name is not Chelsea," I say and then I show them my school ID card. "I'm Stella De Vega. I'm just a high school student, ma'ams."

he says and Maeve and I sit across from him. Once he has his folders set up the way he wants them, he folds his hands on the table and looks at Maeve. “Just to confirm, you are Maeve Cross, daughter of Norman and LeAnn Cross, correct?” he asks her. “Technically, I’m Maeve Holstin, having married Alexander, but my maiden name is Cross and I am the daughter of Norman and LeAnn, yes.” He looks down, pulling one of the folders to him. “Did you know that you had an uncle? Your father’s brother?” he asks looking back up at her.

She then pulls Devin in for a hug. I introduce myself to her father Jacob. He shakes my hand sternly. Her father looks a lot like Stella. He is tall has sandy brown hair and blue eyes just like Stella. Her mother is gorgeous just like Stella but with dark brown hair and brown eyes. “I will need to discuss some things with you later. It is about Stella and her abilities,” Jacob smiles at me. He looks nervous though. “Our other children couldn’t join us,” Marie says. “What about William? You know the guy who is actually my father.” Stella says making the energy in the room awkward.

Banshee took it from him and sipped it a little before she started to speak. "Alyssa, my daughter is having issues with someone from her school" Banshee began her statement with that. "Firstly that is not good news and secondly that is non of my business. She is a witch, I'm sure she can sort herself out" he nodded his head and he picked up a paper in front of him. "I strongly believe that the person she is talking about is Mia" Banshee's blurted out gaining his attention as he dropped the paper to look at her with eyes and mouth open.