Christmas Maximus Movie Novels & Stories

I may not be the same man I was raised to be but I will do anything to save the ones I love. “Well now that the excitement is over. I need you to stay right here for just a moment, fairy boy” Maximus says as he disappears. Xander chuckles but quickly hides it when I look at him. Maximus is back just a few moments later as he holds something behind his back. Figuring that this is some sick trick of his, I go to finger my knives. A curse leaves my lips when I realize that I have forgotten them. As his hands come up from behind his back I step away prepared for an attack.

Jaxon and I burst into laughter, and I lean into his hold as we both watch Aunt May and Sally hop together in pure excitement. Oh, this is by far the best Christmas ever.

PRESENT After narrating, Maximus burst into laughter, his voice echoing around the room. "Who would have thought the dumbass would end up marrying my daughter?" An evil grin spread across his lips. Tatiana's mind was blank. Cassius had his first kill at thirteen?! That was a blow. She had witnessed Cassius's rough side before—the day he almost killed Zero with his bare hands and how he had tortured Nathan. "You're not after me, you're after him," Tatiana said, finally understanding Maximus's intention.

“But I wanted to.” She swallowed, her eyes glistening. “I want to make your Christmas remarkable,” he continued. “I want you to have the best Christmas of your life.” Her chest tightened, she was trying too hard to hold back her tears. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin her makeup. “God,” she breathed. “I won’t lie, this is the best Christmas of my life. Ever.” Her voice cracked. “Thank you so much.” Tears threatened, and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

"I wanna know, too." Meanwhile, inside the grand ball, the Harter Clan went inside. Two beautiful women and two dashing Men were walking expressionless yet elegant. It was Maximo's family. Maximo came in with his little sister and parents. Maximo was so handsome with his black suit, his aura was similar to his father. However, his father's aura was more terrifying. The Harter family sat on the Table tree while Maximo went straight to the Secon table as his friends were there.

Maxximo POV Ever since my parents passed away when I was a child, only my grandmother took me in, but after a few years, she also left me and my life seemed to have lost its meaning. I was forced to work as a Stripper to earn money for a living. It has not been easy to live alone but I have to stand on my own two feet even by dancing naked in front of people who have done nothing but lust my whole body. I'm Maxximo del Valle, just call me Maxx, 23 years old, working as a stripper since I was sixteen years old. I lived by dancing naked in front of rich women and even men were entertained to watch me dancing Naked in front of them.

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

“But clients don’t care about your holiday spirit. They care about numbers. I need that report from the Maxwell account finalized before tomorrow noon.” “That’s not due till next year,” she murmured before she could stop herself. He leaned back, eyes cold. “Are you telling me how to run my schedule?” “No,” she said quickly. “Of course not, sir. I’ll handle it.” “Good.” He sipped his coffee, grimacing. “Too much sugar.” There's no sugar in there! None! Not a spoon, not half a spoon, none! “Sir, there's no…” He set the cup down sharply. “Do it again.”