Stella Maeve Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

“I’m going as a regular club-goer. A girl with a polite curiosity about the elusive man behind the velvet curtain. That’s all.” “That ‘elusive man’ is Aurelian freaking Morgenstein,” Charlie snapped. “The same guy who’s, according to your bitchy boss, been on the feds’ radar for years and somehow keeps vanishing like a myth. You’re not walking into a bar, Maeve. You’re walking into a lion’s den and asking if they serve mojitos.” “I’m not doing anything reckless,” I insisted, though the flutter in my stomach begged to differ. “I’ll blend in, dance a little, scope the place. Maybe get close enough to snap a photo. A name drop, a quote, something I can build a piece around.”