Christmas Maximus Movie Novels & Stories

I quickly went to care for Juni. I finally felt a sense of relief as I watched Juni's temperature gradually come down. When I glanced at my phone, it was already 11:30 pm. Exhausted from the night's events, I decided to head to the hospital's convenience store to grab a quick snack. However, I stumbled upon something shocking as I walked downstairs. Christian, who was supposed to be working late, was here. And in his arms was none other than his new assistant, Peyton Sullivan! "Mr. Clark, it's all my fault. I twisted my ankle when I got out of the car, and now, I can't spend Christmas with you properly."

Maxwell was the first one to hug me tight before slapping my head. " You fool. You couldn't run away with me. " he said and I smiled. " I'm sorry. Did I make you wait for long? " I asked him as I held his face. " Scar I didn't care how many years I'd wait till you came back. We all missed you, all I care about now is that you are back and I won't ever let you leave my side " he said and I smiled. " I don't plan on leaving Max " I said and hugged him again before standing on my toes to kiss his forehead. I hugged everyone else and soon we ate dinner and chatted that Christmas eve...

Max was a wreck; he truly thought he was losing both his mate and their son” he explains, the gravity of the situation settling between us. ”I can only imagine the terror. Give him my best” I say, my voice turning serious. ”I will. I just wanted to share the news with you. Merry Christmas, Weston.” ”Merry Christmas to you and your family. And pass my congratulations on to Max and Lucy when they’re up for it.” I end the call and look out at the dark, snow-covered landscape, feeling the immense weight of life and the fragile beauty of the families we fight so hard to protect.

Max responds, his words dripping with sweet revenge. "Then it's settled," Christian declares, focusing on Ryan, who's visibly trembling. "May the best man...and the functioning car...win." Both Max and the car emerged victorious that night. Max defeated Ryan by a landslide, and it happened well before the Pontiac Firebird burst into flames. With a few fewer limbs and feeling thoroughly defeated, Ryan learned never to defy Christian's word again. Although that didn't stop him from interfering with Max and Christian's money exchange the next morning.

Max tried to drag Charity along into the store. However, Charity refused, and the two of them were locked in a stalemate. At last, Max got frustrated. His usually beaming and handsome face immediately turned grim. “Charity, you always stand on ceremony with me…” “I’m really not desperate for clothes.” Charity tucked her hair behind her ear. “There’s no need to stand on ceremony with you. I’ve always considered you my family.” Max looked at her. “Since you consider me your family, and it's early now, let’s go and watch a movie.”

Chapter 9. Amelia’s eyes widened as they met with the naked chest of Maximo. She gulped down nothing, heat streaming down her pussy. How could he be the same man her father was talking about? “Hello, Mr. Austin,” Maximo called, rising to his feet. “Hello, Mr. Maximo. Thank you so much for granting my wish.” He bowed softly, and Maximo smiled, casting Amelia a soft look. It was flirtatious, and it did well by making her inner core churn.

Max watched on with a puzzled looked, not understanding the appeal at all. "Want to watch the rest of it with me?" Sara asked, hopeful. Maybe now that they had both had a proper orgasm, they could hang out as siblings do. The actors broke off into an over-emotional kiss, where they had been ready to stab each other just seconds ago, which was now replaced with melodramatic passion. Max laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole thing and shook his head. "No..." Max said, standing up, "No thank you." Not even a view of Sara's cum covered ass was enough to make him sit around and watch such a mindbogglingly boring movie, he gave a nod goodbye and proceeded towards his bedroom.

I returned her joke as she laughed stopping her treadmill. I stop my treadmill as well and lean on the side handle to give Winter a kiss. “Mmm, hi” Winter purred after returning my kiss. “Let me shower and we can head home.” I watched as she swayed her hips back and forth as she walked towards the showers. My dick started to twitch in my pants as I watched her. Maybe leaving is going to be harder than I thought. I decided to watch a couple wolves spar while I waited for my mate. Max, our lead warrior and head trainer, stood on the side of the mats watching the wolves intently. He corrected them and pointed out their mistakes by the end of their fight.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.