Yotsuba Maya Novels & Stories

Yaya is a stupid name. *** Woke up early and got ready for work wearing my black pencil skirt and white blouse tucked in, as well as my black heels then added light make up and tying my hair into a bun, I was ready to run the day. "Morning Miss Raina." Maya greeted me in the most sincere way. "Morning Maya." I smiled walking into the kitchen sitting on the kitchen island stools. Maya is in her late forties, she occasionally takes care of the twins when I'm busy or when Angelo is busy. She is very nice and friendly and her advises are always the best.

Yuzu was a much smaller country in comparison to Chinea, so Yoel managed to meet up with Renly that very afternoon, where the latter was having lunch with his sister, Maya White. Yoel was instantly stunned the moment he saw Maya. ‘I’ve seen countless women before, but none of them have ever been as pure as her.’ Maya was dressed in a long white-veiled dress. Her hair was jet-black and beautiful with its alluring glow. There were no imperfections to be seen on her fair and neat-looking face except for her smile that seemed to be able to smile at whatever she laid eyes upon. In fact, Maya seemed to be still smiling when she looked at Yoel.

It’s been three moons since the episode in the forest, yet Ejima could not shake off those ecstatic faces. Their smiles still glossed her brave heart and mended it with a warmth that had kept her in disarray. Those bright eyes. They had glittered with the sun, chiseling on her soul, and driving her consciousness into that valley of hysteria. Her sleep had been inoculated with lurid sights which at a time made her wonder if she had offended the gods in touching the babies. She had even screamed herself up from sleep one night when she had seen a silhouette of some twin figures chasing her with a horsewhip.

Maya closer her eyes in absolute defeat. Fuck!

The army sliced through the Asuras forces like a knife through butter. “That’s Cortana!!” Marie exclaimed with a smile on her face. “And... a twin sister?” She continued, her face contouring with confusion. Yuna Teragon leaped off her horse and levitated into the air, her eyes glowing brightly. She stretched her palms forward and slowly raised them, telekinetically unplugging a massive boulder from the ground. She curled her fingers into fists and tightened them, causing the boulder to crack until it broke into numerous large pieces.

The receptionist turned to face Maya and asked. Maya had a confused expression written all over her face as well. She was being referred to as Mrs Yugo , yet the lady who stood before her had a Yugo bank card. Something seemed to be off but she couldn't tell what it was. The lady was beautiful but Marshall Yugo wasn't one to marry someone who was not known to the public. He was not one to marry to someone as poor as the lady who was standing before her, so she couldn't be the woman he ditched her for. She had been unable to find out whom the woman was but it definitely wouldn't be the lady before her.

I said. She shrugged. “Maybe it should be. You’re too nice.” “You know what they say about nice girls.” “They finish their shift and then eat burritos with their hot friends,” Maya said, wagging her eyebrows. She pulled out her phone. “Speaking of hot, look at this.” She flicked open her camera roll and thrust the phone in my face.

I grunted, trying to shift my weight without crushing a plastic doll. "No briefings," Maya declared, her tiny hands on her hips. She was the spitting image of Robyn, the same fiery spirit, the same stubborn tilt of the chin that drew me to her mother, and kept me on my toes ever since that night at the fight club, but she had my eyes. The eyes that were currently melting my resolve into a puddle. "You are the Shield. And the Shield stays with the Queen."

Another knock. “I’m not here to fight,” Tobi said, softer now. “I just… I needed to see you.” Needed. Not wanted. Needed. Maya closed her eyes, and for a brief second, something strange stirred inside her chest—warm, steady, unfamiliar. A quiet pull, like the moon tugging at unseen tides. She didn’t understand it, but it calmed her. Her phone screen dimmed, Adrian’s last message still glowing faintly. Care didn’t shout.