Archie X Maxie Novels & Stories

“She didn’t know about werewolves, so she didn’t know about werewolf pregnancies. She didn’t think it was possible for Marvel to be Valentine’s. And… I think he looks just like Valentine, sir.” “Don’t f**** *g argue with me. F**k. I got to get home. Can you send Archie to replace me? The new foreman isn’t ready to handle this place alone yet.” Archie is Farak’s father and our former Beta. “Sure thing, Alpha. I’ll have Rick call his dad now. Now, about your wife…” Alpha Max sighs. “To be honest with you, Nathan, I have no clue what runs through that woman’s mind half the time. If she gave a command like that, I had no idea about any of it. Now Stephanie? You said her last name was Collins, ri

I don’t know how this will go. “So…” Archie comes back, about ten minutes later, his hair damp, and he is in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He looks like those high school boys who are just coming from a run, and I can’t help but stare. I jerk towards his stomach, and he shakes his head. “Marc” I raise an eyebrow. “Do you guys want anything to eat or drink? I have some…” Rae cuts in, rushing towards him. “Can I have the chicken? I’m hungry, and I have been waiting for hours.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

She asked, bending over Hael as he flailed in the dirt. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, don't give him too much attention, Ariana; his head will get too big to get through the door!"Max came to a stop by his friend, chuckling as Hael glared at him, fully prepared to roast the shit out of him. Ariana squirted her drink bottle in his face. "You're a bad friend, Max!" She scalded, offering her free hand to Hael as if she could pull a boy three times her size to his feet. Hael grabbed it without hesitation.

Alaric instructed the butler. “Understood. Where should we set up Max’s spaces?” “Both the ground floor and the third floor. He’s getting older, so if he doesn’t feel like climbing the stairs, he can stay downstairs or roam the garden.” Max, a Jack Russell Terrier mix, had the typical white coat with brown patches but was slightly smaller than average. Now seven years old, he was calmer and less destructive than in his younger days. The spacious villa was ideal for him, and he happily explored the garden, marking his territory.

Not Archer alone, many others had the same doubt in their head but the fear of this young boss was so intense that they could not open their mouths and second the obese businessman. Being outraged by his stubbornness, Archer banged his palms on the table such that his plate flew an inch high in the air before it came back on the table with a thud. Mr. Archer fumed in anger while he ultimately decided to keep his heart out, "I don't support you on this, Stokes. I admit we have been good partners for over a year however standing against Lucifer Miller is more like a dreadful suicide. I will do anything but support you agai—" even before the word could be completed and Archer could tell that he