Archie Maxie Novels & Stories

’ She shrugged those thoughts off and smiled at Maxime. “Can I ask you a favor?” Alexa asked. “Anything for you, Young Lady,” Maxime smiled from ear to ear, eager to please. Maxime is a short lady, about 4ft and 9inches. Her chubby cheeks made her cuter. She’s not lean, but she’s not fat either. Wearing a maid’s uniform does not hide her curves. Instead, it shows them off, giving a view of her perfect symmetry. She’s bubbly, soft-spoken, helpful, and fun to work with. There’s never a dull moment when she’s at work.

I nodded my head. "Lucya, this is Damien. To whom I know for the past five years, we have been working together, and he is an amazing person. Damien is Maximo's partner, they are best friends since their childhood. They trust eachother blindly. And this is Maximo to whom I know for the past four years, and he might be arrogant, but he is a nice person." Maximo chuckles at Lea, "seriously I'm a nice person?” He raised his brows in a questioning way.

"Please don't do that. You don't have it." It hurts when a gay man, commenting on my underdeveloped boobs. "Shut up, and tell me, where is he?" "He is in the boardroom. His name is Darius Delucia, and one of the handsome men," Max moaned. Ugh, that was not the time to think him without cloths, Max. "Max, focus." "Yeah, yeah. He’s very good at his work. I saw his social media and website. he is fucking awesome."

He possessed a sharp mind and competence that allowed him to navigate hazardous circumstances effortlessly. Max, on the other hand, was the other half of this sinister duo. A friend, partner in crime, and manager of Francisco's illicit businesses, he was just as skilled in his own right. With dark brown eyes, a height of 6'1", and broad shoulders, Max possessed a magnetic allure that made him a formidable presence. His hot body and rugged features were a dangerous combination that drew both admiration and fear. Max was not to be underestimated. He was proficient at shooting and boxing, just like Francisco, and he had a unique talent for manipulating people to do his bidding. His silver tongu

“Good. Fear keeps people careful. It keeps them alive. Had it kept you in place, you wouldn’t have flinched when you were put in a situation of questions.” Maxine spun to face me, eyes flashing with something between anger and desperation. “You don’t get it. He’s not going to stop! I’m in too deep, and if Xavier finds out what I’ve been doing…” “Then don’t get caught. Be the smart woman that I hired, not this weakling that is standing in front of me.” I said sharply, rising from the chair. “You think I don’t know what Lorenzo is capable of? He’s my brother, Maxine. I grew up watching him build armies out of monsters. I know exactly what he’ll do if he doesn’t get what he wants. But if you wa

He turns to Melanie who stands, starring at them like she's in a cinema. “I goes by the name Archie... Archie Gordon. I'm 13 turning 14 in few weeks time as my wonderful father had already told. I'm an highschool boy and I took my face and personality from my father.” Archie calmly introduce himself to Melanie which makes Mr Gordon's eyes to dilate in shock. Did Archie just act calmly around Melanie? Did he just ironically insult him, right in his presence? He thought and he couldn't help the sweat that starts to form on his forehead.

The driver turned around and said to Archie, "Young Master, you need a ticket here. I'll go and buy you a ticket." "Don't rush to buy a ticket. I'll make a call." As Archie spoke, he took out his phone and typed in the number in his mind. Archie had a super-strong memory since he was young. When others had to memorize things, he usually had a photographic memory. Therefore, when he hung up Emma's phone just now, he easily remembered her phone number in X Country. When Emma received Archie's call, she had just had lunch with Zack and was currently paying the bill.

At his side was Aria, quiet strength in her posture, eyes sharp with understanding the moment they landed on Lia. Lia stiffened. “You invited… guests?” “I invited perspective,” I said. Dominic’s gaze flicked between us, then he smirked. “You look exactly like I expected. And you, Marcel are wrong about my wife not being feral. She just hides it well in front of guests.” Aria glared at Dominic who smirked as he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead. Lia blinked. “Excuse me? What the hell is going on here?”

“Stop pacing, you’ll ruin the buttercream with your sighs.” Rory hung up and covered her hand with both of his like a benediction. “Happy birthday, sis. You look like a secret I wouldn’t snitch on.” “Flatterer,” she said. “How’s the jambalaya?” “Ready to baptize the unbelievers,” he said, then lowered his voice. “You know who owns this place? That du Prée family. Old money with new habits. The son’s some kind of big shot—Maxumis something—runs MAX Holdings. I swear, if I could get ten minutes with that man, we’d have a second location before dessert.”

He still operated his intelligence network, keeping one eye open. One morning, as David was relaxing on his villa's terrace, watching Daniel play in the pool, his phone rang. It was Arthur Vance, his voice taut with tension. “David… I have bad news,” Arthur whispered. “The worst of the worst.” David’s heart pounded. He signalled Olivia, who was reading a book nearby, to remain calm. “What is it now, Arthur?” “Maximillian… he had a boss. A very powerful, very old, and very hidden boss,” Arthur said. “We’ve just received intelligence from the remnants of the Hydra network who were attempting to reorganise. They call him ‘The Architect’.”