Christmas Maximus Movie Novels & Stories

“Then what is the point?” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“The point is, I told you—explicitly—that the card attached to the dress should state that it came from Santa. To humans, Santa is an old man with a kind heart who grants wishes no matter how hard. I wanted her to believe the dress came from him—not the damn CEO she thinks she’s supposed to fall for. But now… she knows, Caleb. Because of your screw-up, she knows Santa and the CEO are one and the same.” Caleb blinks, then scratches the back of his neck. His hesitation is all the confirmation I need.

“Max?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. This is Max.” Javier stared at Max for a moment longer, “Dios mío. He’s... he’s a carbon copy of Pascha. God, Bell, even the way he stands with that sideways lean... that’s so Pascha.” “I know.” “He even has the signature Romanov eyebrow lift,” he muttered. Meanwhile, Max hugged Megatron tighter, then stepped forward. “Are you... Mommy’s new husband?” I choked on my breath. “Maximus Prime!” I gave him a sharp look. “Don’t say stuff like that!”

His expression was stunned. “I thought you were different! A MAN! But you are still just a drunken-ass, horny teenager! Coming to New York with you?! As if! I’m going to Europe to build a future for myself, and I’m going to forget all about you. Now, get the hell out of my house, Liam Right, and go back to your busty cheerleaders! Because I ain’t one of them! I'll never be!” Maxima slammed the door in his face, then crashed on a chair and cried silently, ignoring his voice and begging her to let him in.

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CHRISTINE... I watched the excited crowd before me in shock and confusion. And soon just to prove I didn't hear wrong, the front door of the church lit up, and a few bodyguards in black suits walked in, blocking the reporters who were flocking over and blocking the way. Maximo's gorgeous figure appeared in my sight. His huge figure stood out in the crowd, his dark short hair neatly trimmed, his body hugged by a grey—blue overcoat, and his handsome face bathed in a variety of spotlights.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

He stopped mid-sentence and laughed again, shaking his head. "Nice try," he said. "You're very good at weaving the truth out of people, almost got me to slip." I'd been so close. Get rid of what? Or who? "I was serious about what I said yesterday night," Maxwell said, his tone shifting to something softer, more intimate. "I'm falling for you, Christina, a weend if you want to keep Marcel alive, you should become my woman." Disgust rolled through me in waves. "You're sick," I said.

After a few quiet seconds, Max turns and looks at me then leans in and kisses my lips softly. "Thank you Shawna, I can't express what this means to me." "I love you Max." "Love you too baby. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas."

Suddenly the door open and Jace walks in,Max sat up and Jace came over to him smiling like the sweet person he is. "Where were you?".Max cross his arms. "Sorry I stayed so late babe but I got you something,for Christmas eve not for Christmas". Max raise a brow but Jace couldn't see because of the hair in his face. "What is it?". Jace took one of Max's hand in his and the other he went into the small gift bag and pulled out a small black box.Max gasp when it open,revealing two silver rings,he place one on Max's hand and kiss him.

Sparkle laughed at the logic. “Okay, you’re right. Still… Heard of DVDs? N*****x?” “You’re just going to keep talking, aren’t you? There’s no way escaping that? Like you going away?” “No such luck...” She settled into her chair as if getting comfy for a long visit. Kaleb shook his head and shifted his gaze back to the fire as if that little discouragement would send her on her way. “But back to movies,” Sparkle continued, leaning toward him over the arm of her chair. “This time of year, I like all the Christmas ones. The gushier the better.”