Archie Maxie Novels & Stories

'Alpha Maximus,' Micah says, graciously bowing his head. 'Micah, we were just talking about you,' Alpha Maximus says. 'Oh really? Good things, I hope?' He says and smiles at me endearingly. I blush, 'Come on, Dad, move out of the way so Micah can come inside. You take up the whole doorframe, you know?' 'I'm a Lycan. I can't help being this big,' he shrugs, steps away from the door, and returns to the dining table.

I glanced at him sideways, unable to wipe the grin off my face. "Dude," he muttered, "why did you help Max out?” Just hearing his name made me grin harder. "Why not?" John looked at me flatly. "Dude, he's Max Gray. He goes by the name Maxxie. He's obsessed with comics. He must be gay!”

He knew that it would be dangerous for him to take any longer time over there. Right now, Aramis looked like a mountain that would erupt at any moment. *** Meanwhile, at MAC Capital Management. "I'm sure they got fire in their pants now." Maximilian Myers handed Alex a glass of whiskey. He was a handsome man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. With Alex and Caleb Adams, Max was one of the three founders of MAC. "So, Alex. I don't think I need to question your plan, do I? Even though I'm quite doubtful about the funds, you're asking for this bid. Is Airland worth that much?"

Tyeron and Heckson reacted after Maximo hit them. "Shit! It hurts ah, you're ruining my handsome image," Mikael cried as he held his face and caressed his hair. Cyrex just couldn't hit Maximo anymore because it was quiet next, and he was crossing his arms. Knowing him does not engage in bullshit but— "I will give you half as promised, doc. You're so good," Mikael said. Maximo's mouth closed and opened, not knowing what to say. He couldn't believe what he had just learned, Cyrex would never make bullshit like this, but it seems he was wrong all along. When he glares at him, he just gives him a peace sign.

Arc didn't understand what was going on so he just looked towards the screen, watching as hearts and what Penelope called emojis glided on it. "You're asking who the mysterious dude beside me is? Well, if you all remember the night of my poor overreaction to a certain runaway waiter. Yes, this is him and I'm proud to announce that he and I are friends. His name is Archer Blackwood and he happens to be a humble indigene of this beautiful town. Ooh, where are we presently?" He tapped his chin as if giving the question a thought. "Where are we right now Archie?" "Don't call me that."

"Speaking of the news I want, is there still no interesting information you can give me?" Maxime washed his hands at a small tap in the alley. Blood splatters remained on his clothes, Angie's eyes continued to follow the man's every move in silence. "Not yet, but it will be soon." Angie frowned in confusion. "What does that mean?" "I have received information from my associate that Arok is working with the Wolf Gang's Made Men. Is that interesting enough?" Angie wrinkled her forehead. "Made Man? A regular member, right?" Maxime nodded. "But they're still part of the Wolf Gang. Aren't you obsessed with getting news about the Wolf Gang?"

Turner finally left the company. "What was that nonsense about, Alex?" Max slams his hands on the desk as soon as it's just the three of them in the hall. Alex Wilfred is Max's younger brother. He's just thirty-one years old and the CEO of Alex enterprise. "Hey..." Ignoring Max, Alex calls Ariel instead and she raises her gaze to look at him blankly. "Have we met before?" Alex asks still trying to recall where he knew her from. "I...don't think so," she drawls confusingly.

Ken and the others gasped, but Max just laughed. "Have enough or do you still want the other cheek for you to slap? Go ahead and I'll upload your video in a matter of minutes. You know, my cousin that you used to seduce, is the number two hacker in this country." Foy nudged Leon's arm and whispered to him. "Who is Max's cousin? As I know, hacker number two is Amris Patvitral." Leon smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah. Amris is Max's cousin. Do you know who's number one?" he asked.

He immediately cracked his and began to scoop it out. “So what is the project? Or do you still have further questions?” She asked then cracked her souffle as well and held back a moan as she tasted it. “No those were all the questions I have,” he said and had already finished his souffle. How does he do that, she thought watching in awe as he took a sip from his water goblet. “I am the second son of Grant Maxwell and Faith Sharpe the founders of Maxwell Sharpe Marketing Inc. My name is Braydon Charles Maxwell. I am twenty-eight years old. I spend most of my time at work investing in the future of our company and assuring it remains at it’s peak for many years to come.

Cecilia knew it even that man was wear a black crow mask. He has fair skin, a pair forest green eyes, dark chocolate hair and red cherry lips. If Hugo seems a man who like to playing around, this man look so serious and cold. "Take a seat, Miss. Do you want coffee or tea?" "No, thanks. I just want to meet Hugo." "Unfortunately, Hugo isn't available right now. But, I can help you too." "Oh really? Are you Hugo's friend?" "Ah, where is my manner," He rose from the chair and bowed, "My name is Maxwell, Hugo's friends. Everybody called me as Max."