Yuki Maeda Novels & Stories

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Deployment plan: high-efficiency snack conversion. Kenta threw his hand up like a bidding paddle at auction. “I’m in! But I wanna play the CEO who gets bought out.” Takuto shook his head, pushing up his glasses. “Your BMI and splash radius make you more suitable for the hostile takeover party.” Yuki, perched near the window with a suspiciously thick notebook, raised a hand. “I’ve already infiltrated the other classes. I have a list of their planned performances.” “I... I must be losing it,” Miu groaned. “Why am I agreeing to this?”

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

“No!” ********

The subject line read: "Re: Tomorrow." The email was short, vicious, and left me feeling colder than the autumn air outside. "Just because you're sleeping with the boss doesn't mean you can miss work whenever you want. You're an opportunistic little beggar, Hazel. I see right through you. Lazy and pathetic. You think you can have it all without working for it, but you'll never have much. I'll make sure you're fired. You've pushed your luck too far."

Adrian gulped completely obviously to the fact that whatever decision he would take tonight would affect his life drastically, he reached out and carefully pulled the girl out of the water, calling someone he was sure would help him out no matter what, His close friend whom he considered a mother and was a medical doctor to; Mercedes Dante.

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

I fumble around quickly trying to see what he had sent, nearly dropping the phone in the process. Zander: Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. Let me know when you are free, and we can organize a time to meet up. xoxo My breath hitches as I read the message. Inhale, exhale, Inhale, exhale. I chant to myself as I read the message over, Moon goddess, why was this so scary? Do I answer him? Do I leave it for later? 'Answer him now, silly! Pfft who cares about the silly human girls and their stupid games? This is our mate, not some boy toy,' Kia mumbles, annoyed I was even considering waiting to answer him.

I take a deep breath in roder to not let my anger take over. “Sit.” When he continues to frown, I roll my eyes in frustration. “Sit down so I can treat you,” I elaborate as I vacate my seat. “Treat?” He parrots but thankfully complies and sits. “Yes. I am a white wolf who has healing powers. You know this already. That’s why there’s a big lump sum stuck on our metaphorical foreheads.” I snort, trying to make light of the statement. But Isaac apparently doesn’t find it funny. He pulls me down onto his lap and clamps his arm around my waist.