Archie Maxie Novels & Stories

But love didn’t pay bills, and joy didn’t make ends meet. Maxine worked tirelessly, stringing together part-time jobs while her parents helped watch Noah. She waited tables at a cafe three days a week, assisted in the university’s art lab twice a week, and picked up freelance sketch commissions late into the night. Her dreams of becoming an architect hadn’t faded, but they had been forced to coexist with a reality that left little room for luxury.

Better to leave now than become the target. After she stepped out with them, Aria brought up their upcoming trip to France. Christina smiled and said she’d go home and pack, not wanting to play the obvious third wheel. Once she was gone, Aria tugged Archer’s hand playfully. “Why are you here so early today? Isn’t work keeping you busy?” Across the street, Archer’s black Range Rover was parked. Their driver, Max, was waiting inside.

I didn't even notice that I had bumped into a pedestrian. I just walked on with a blank expression on my face. So it turned out that Maximo went back to Italy for the marriage alliance. No wonder he didn't say anything about going to Italy on the phone. How could I forget what kind of person Maximo is? He is the world—famous President of 'ZZZ' He is from the British-Italian aristocracy. He is the richest man in the world. The owner of the Imperial Castle, and the one who raised a bunch of lovers.

Getting his hint, Max said, “Great grandpa, if you have one drink today and one drink tomorrow, our cellar will be empty.” Everyone laughed when they heard that. Max was eleven and he looked quite handsome in a Burberry plaid vest. He was still a child, but his gaze was determined as if he had been through a lot. He resembled his father in appearance. Sean froze and exclaimed, “Why are you so worried about the wine? You should be as concerned about my health as Adrian is.” “You know your health better than anyone else. I don’t need to remind you that you are still waiting for Adrian to marry and have children!”

“You must not abuse the technique in the future unless absolutely necessary.” “I understand.” Tyr nodded. “Now that you’ve found two books in a row, your combat strength has greatly improved,” Maxime continued. “Your luck also played a role in your ability to eliminate three veteran Demigods in a row.” “If it wasn’t for the maze consuming too much of their power,” Tyr replied with a nod. “I wouldn’t be a match for them even if I had the Souleater Grimoire with me.” “Archie had narrowly escaped,” Maxime explained. “I’m concerned that once he recovers from his injuries, he’ll seek you out for revenge. Tyr, despite your current strength, you must not become complacent or arrogant. You must exer

He wriggle his eyebrow smirking at Arthur who glare in return. "I didn't have hots for him!" I retorted glaring at him. "Tsk-tsk, I know how you would smile when you see him and seems like you had neglected me for a whole year while I was the one who was always beside him." He walked towards my chair sitting beside me and smile as if remembering those days. Now I remember he is the Max who had a fight with Luke on the football ground. "By the way I'm Maxie Reynolds two batch senior from ya." He introduced forwarding his right hand for a handshake and I groan shaking my hand with his.

- asks the man standing at my desk. — Yes, and you’re the boss ? - I ask, staring at Carlos, in surprise. — How did this happen? He sits in the chair in front of me, wearing the white chief’s uniform with his name on it. Carlos crosses his arms and then says: — Therapy. I decided to pursue what I really want in my life. I started taking classes and then came this internship in this café that as you can see is totally different from everything I imagined. He is a super trendy architect and decorated his own house with lots of charm.

She wondered if it's the job space May was talking about. Max, the Alpha of the NY Crestdom Pack and also a dangerous and fearful mafia in the city. He is a very tall man with broad shoulders fitted with muscles, his beard was perfectly shaved, he has radiant set of blue eyes, he has slanted medium lips made of matte brown color, he was dangerously handsome also known as the city's playboy.

“Mike, is that short for Michael, by any chance?” “Michael Umbridge,” he said, extending his hand. Gotcha. I shook his hand and licked my lips. “I’m Max. It’s nice to meet you.” Mike chuckled at my introduction and moved closer to me, brushing against my side. “Would that be short for Maxine?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “Not quite, but close. My name is Maxime, actually. It’s French,” I replied with a smile, ignoring his sudden proximity.

', asked Max to himself, trying to figure out what he had done. Max was dealing with a problem of multiple personalities ever since he was small, except for Ben, all his other friends had the chance to meet with this part of Max. He had another personality in him than the normal him, which he called as Rex, Rex was quite a badass, whereas Max was the cool and good softie. It had a few happened months ago, Max and Jasmine got drafted to the same academy and rose through the ranks and became elites. (Each of the academies have different evaluation techniques)