Christmas Maximus Movie Novels & Stories

“How have you been?” She folded her arms across her chest. “What are you doing here?” Her laugh came out brittle. “You never even liked Meadowbrook.” He smiled and took a step closer. “I missed you. Missed Christmas here. Thought it was time I visited.” I rolled my eyes. Liar. Marcus never moved without a plan. I didn’t need to ask what this one was. The Meadowbrook project. Max had sent him to sabotage me. “You’re disgusting,” Cinnamon said. Her voice shook now. “You stand there saying all this when you don’t mean a word of it? When you just got engaged?”

“Xavier sends his regards.” My blood became ice. Xavier. He was supposed to be gone, lost and shameful in the ashes of a broken pack. But this? This was a message. an assertion. I wasn’t safe. Not here. Nowhere else. The creature lunged. Maximus was already there to intercept—his movement too fast, too precise to be human. He tackled the beast mid-air, their bodies crashing into the black leather sofa, which exploded beneath their combined weight. “Run!” he barked as he grappled with the attacker.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

Did Anna forget something? “Come in,” I call out. The door opens, and ugh—Max, Damon’s not-so-attractive cousin, peeks inside. “Hey,” he says. I tilt my head. “Hey?” What does he want? “I came to tell you Damon’s back,” he says, stepping inside. “He’s unloading the Christmas decorations in the store.” My eyes light up. Finally! “Really? Fuck, I’ve missed him! Where’s the store? I’ll help out…I’m bored as hell in here.”

Despite being held at gunpoint and Max about to pull the trigger, Charmine merely smirked. “Before you pull the trigger, I hope you have a look at this first.” With that, she turned the tablet to show Max. On the screen was the video of Max having intercourse with the middle-aged woman. Though the middle-aged woman had loose fats all over, Max did not mind at all as he enjoyed himself thoroughly in the video. Max nearly barfed at the scene, his gaze heated and livid. “Charmine Jordan, delete that right away! Delete it! I’ll kill you now if you don’t!”

I also bowed without telling anything. Maximus gave us an approving nod while Christopher greeted us warmly. It was weird as I haven't met him before. Why was he so kind to me? Probably he knows Marissa. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. With my peripheral vision, I caught Maximus looking at me intently. He looked stiff and tired. He turned his gaze towards me and I immediately turned my head away, avoiding any eye contact with him, pretending that I was busy with my cell phone. They stood in front of the door talking about something while we were still waiting for Alex to arrive. Finally he did the most beautiful car I've ever seen. A black Mercedes-AMG GT R 2020 with tinted w

Of course, Orison has something romantic playing on the screen because it’s freaking Christmas. “Dad, I can’t today,” I tell him, and just then, I come face to face with the television screen, and I freeze, my jaw going slack right as my heart comes to halt and drops to the bottom of my stomach. I can’t be seeing right. “Honey,” Dad calls, but my ears have started ringing with the amount of blood that rushes to the organs. I don’t believe in the holidays, but please Santa, please! Tell me that Orison has started a career in pornography, because I can see him on a live field, having sex with someone who isn’t me.

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

She was even holding Anson, swaying back and forth. Mayor Charles came back to the mic. “Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Let’s light the Christmas Falls town Christmas tree!” Everyone cheered, and he approached the giant light switch. “Five, four, three, two, one!” With a dramatic flair, the mayor flipped the switch, and the tree lit up with thousands of twinkling white lights. The crowd cheered, Memory joining in with the clapping, and then Cindy took the microphone once more to lead them all in “Deck the Halls.”

That's why she understands Midori's father's behavior. "Grandma, I'm already married, so we can do nothing. No matter what you insist on, I am not leaving my wife," Maximus said, sounding and looking so sincere that I almost believed him. He is such a good actor. "Maximus! I don't care about your marriage! The church didn’t bless it." “Wow!” I exclaimed, causing the old woman to look at me. "And what do you mean by that?" she asked angrily. "No, I just didn’t think you believed in God." It doesn’t appear to me that way, and of course, I didn’t say that out loud. She’s old and might get a heart attack if I continuously rant at her. I didn’t want to be blamed if she died.