Sweet Surrender Maya Banks Novels & Stories

Maya looked up at me, her eyes wide, searching for permission, for an escape, or perhaps for the promise of something even more incredible. "I don't know, Sarah," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't know if I'm ready for this." "I think you are," Sarah countered, her hand reaching out to cup Maya’s cheek. "I think you want this as much as I do. Look at you, Maya. You're dripping wet just from him."

"No." Lucas went still. Maya stepped around him and walked away without looking back. She returned to her dorm exhausted, ready to fall into her bed. The screen of her laptop glowed softly with a new email notification. Her heartbeat quickened as she opened it. The first line appeared. Congratulations. Then her eyes moved lower. Silverclaw Academy has approved your transfer request. Immediate enrollment is advised. Maya stared at the screen. Relief flooded through her. It was happening. She could leave…actually leave Mooncrest, the whispers, the pity and Lucas Blackwood

“Okay! Let’s Maya arrives-----“ William was talking while the door opened and Maya entered. “Oh! Talk of the devil!” Maya’s father giggled. Maya was looking dull and deeply unhappy. “Welcome back, my daughter. How’s did it go?” William asked. “Fine, Daddy!” Maya replied in dull tone. She didn’t stop walking. “Maya, Wait. One minutes please” William stopped her. Maya obeyed and took some steps backward. “Contact my bank Manager and send one hundred million to Prey’s account” The sad expression on Maya’s face suppressed a bit and she looked at her father with an expression.

And she—she who couldn't even get Holiday to answer an email was going to have it. Something uncomfortable twisted in her chest. Because suddenly this wasn't just about money. It was about the job she'd been suspended from. Her mother. Ethan. The bills she hadn't stopped thinking about for weeks. The future she'd spent years building. Maya looked down at the contract. Five months. Three point five million. The autobiography of Hunter Callum. Every part of her wanted to say no. Unfortunately, every practical part of her was beginning to lose the argument. And she hated that.

************ At home I keep sighing until Maya ask me what was actually wrong, she is my friend and I know I could trust her She is different from that betrayal, she is a true friend and over possessive about me, well I like that So I explain everything to her, I can still smell him on my lips, his scent all over me, his lips were so soft and the way they moved, dammit I like it, I really, really like it, I like his kiss a lot She was speechless but listening to everything I am saying, I know she is definitely happy for me, She finally says a word after a long time of been speechless "Moon, I think I need to tell you something" says Maya *******Questions******* "What do you think she is goin

They both carried their unspoken feelings, reluctant to acknowledge the growing connection between them. One day, as Maya was eagerly awaiting a mail, her phone beeped, signaling a message. Excitement surged through her as she picked it up, finding a text from Eric, the doctor. He informed her that he had managed to secure tickets to a concert of one of her favorite solo artists, who happened to be performing in the States. Maya had expressed her longing to attend one of this artist's concerts for years, but tickets were always elusive. Disappointed by the sold-out status, Maya had vented to Eric, unaware that he had been paying attention to her desires.

He would also rile me up now and then, bringing my rage forth, but his sweet actions would drown them all. Now I am scared. I am not supposed to fall for them, but it's going to be very difficult for me if Issac continued to stay this sweet with me. "Are you prepared, Aura? I don't think I am." Maya groans, collapsing on the mat with sweat dripping down her forehead. Her tired, panting voice snaps me out of my Issac land, and I turn to look at her. Not turn, but look down because she is sprawled across the mat like a piece of wet cloth.

Just as he was about to hug her back, she pulled back. "Sorry, I was just excited," Maya said bowing her head in embarrassment. Damian cleared his throat and loosened his tie a little. The effect of Maya’s hug had not left him completely. "It’s fine, have fun with your friend." Damian said and left. Immediately she heard the click sound of the door, Maya squealed in pure joy and high-fived the air. She quickly rushed to the bathroom and took a cold bath. Inside the shower, she sang Becky G’s "Shower" on top of her lungs.

But know this: it wasn’t supposed to end like that. — N I froze. Maya touched my arm gently. “He said he tried to protect you. That someone made a call. A bribe. That the miscarriage wasn’t natural.” I couldn’t breathe. Luca had always suspected, but now it wasn’t suspicion. It was proof. it was real, heavy and unbearable. I stood. The city spun. Maya caught my wrist. “What are you going to do?” I looked down at the letter. Then toward the door. Then at the sky.

Rumors are currency at Blackridge, and lately, my balance has been running low. I weave through the crowd, holding a glass of sparkling cider I have no intention of drinking. Everyone is watching everyone, scanning for weakness, for stories to trade. I keep my chin high, my eyes steady, like none of it touches me. But every laugh, every whisper feels like a hook snagging my skin. Then it happens. “Eva Sinclair,” a voice drawls from behind me. When I turn, the queen bee herself, Miranda Blake, is standing there in a gown that probably cost more than my old apartment’s rent. Her smile is razor sharp. “Funny name, don’t you think?”