Archie Maxie の小説・ストーリー

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I make sure to leave everything as neat as possible and then rush out the door towards the bonfire. When I get there a crowd has already formed. I hear murmurs of people asking when it will start as I make my way through the crowd. Alpha Max is already there, dressed in all black. He is standing on a slightly raised platform with Beta Sam and Hailey to his right and the other Alphas to his left. As if he could feel my stare, his eyes snap to mine. He looks breathtakingly gorgeous. He looks at me when he starts to speak, his voice rings out through the crowd “Welcome All….

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

"But..." Archie leaned forward, intrigued. "But what?" "Archie, I'm not sure if I heard her right, but she mentioned a chairman, and my friend at Maximo company told me Phoebe visited their company…" She said, her words spilling out rapidly. "Are you thinking it might be Reginald from Maximo company?" He asked. She nodded. "Yes, I think it's him." Without another word, Archie stood from his seat and rushed out of the office, storming out of the elevator and picking up speed as he headed to the parking lot.

Lia’s POV: The sound of my mobile penetrated my ears. I tried to snooze, but my mobile acted as if it had its idea to bug me. I tried to open my eyes only to find that I was getting a call and not an alarm. I groaned myself. Who in the Earth was calling at this early hour? I suddenly became awake to see that it was Max from my office. Max was the chief design architect in our company. He was a complete brainer and recently had come up with some exciting designs for future technology.

• France • A year later ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ "Been friends with Archambault a long time?" "A while." Magnus, the short-haired businessman in the collared shirt grinned at me and my cousin. The guy's smile didn't touch his pale green eyes. Or they could be gray. Bluish gray. Light green. Who gives a shit... He and Mykaela didn't share any other physical traits besides their height, slim build, and dark hair.

Now, she held herself with poise and quiet power. “Hey, Damian!” Max called warmly, embracing him. “I didn’t know you’d be here.” “Well, I came to represent my parents—they couldn’t make it,” Max replied smoothly. Then he turned to Aria, a bright smile on his face. “And you must be Aria, my best friend’s wife?” Aria extended her hand elegantly, a polite but firm smile on her lips. “I’m Aria Carter.” “You mean Mrs. Cross,” Max said, chuckling. They all laughed, a sound that somehow broke the tension in the air.

She stared at me for a while but decided not to ask any further. Ace's POV As I stepped into our family mansion, my mind was still clouded with the same thought and I was still confused. I was about to head to my quarter when I heard a deep chuckle behind me. I turned to see Archie standing there in only boxers, sweats filling his body, I guess he's just coming out from the gym. Archie is as tall as me and also well-defined like a god. You could say that we all shared that same trait, all over six feet tall and practically the same height but completely different character from the same blood.

I growled. “It still doesn't change the rumours about you being a beast.” He said, and anger took over. I wanted to tear him apart, but it'd be more than enough reason to end me. I could tell that that was what he wanted. “What's your name?” I asked, and he sighed. “Maxwell. Maxwell Ari.” “Maxwell Ari, why is it rumoured that you have a small cock, and that you can't satisfy your wife?” I asked, and he chuckled nervously.

Fuck she was hot. Her pink lips slightly parted when her picture was taken she carried herself elegantly. When the shoot was over she slipped into a red robe and I approached her. When she saw me she let out a small gasp. "Oh my gosh you're Sebastian Miller the billionaire's son am such a big fan" she says softly. "Thanks and you're?" I pressed. She gave me a warm smile. "My name is Maxima,but you can call me Maxi." We shook hands and ever since that day we've been inseparable.