David X Max Novels & Stories

A hunger soon swirls in his eyes as he licks his luscious lips. Ring…ring…ring… He groans as he looks down at his phone beside him. His eyebrows raise slightly as he taps the phone and accepts the call. “Hey, Max. Tell me you have good news. Did you make any progress on those posts?” Max hesitantly replies, “Well… We didn’t really get very far on it.” David sits up straight. “What? How come you didn’t get very far with it? It needs to be resolved and soon.”

My breasts pressed softly against him, nipples still sensitive. David pulled his fingers out gently, making me whimper at the loss. He looked at his soaked hand, then at me. For a moment, guilt flashed across his handsome face, his strong jaw tightening. “Shit,” he muttered. “What the hell are we doing?” Baby Max made a light, fussy crying sound from the cot nothing serious, but enough to break the spell. David stood up quickly, adjusting his massive bulge in his shorts with a wince, and went over to the baby. He leaned down, his muscular back flexing as he gently patted Max’s back in slow, soothing circles, murmuring soft words until the little one quieted and drifted back to sleep.

Alex got out of the pool as well and sat on the lounge chair beside me. "You just weren't satisfied, were you? Do you not know how to think? I did not spend millions on sending you to school just for you to fuck up everything because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants! If you wanted some fucking play toy, I would've hired one for you. Someone who has class and can hide the fact that they are a prostitute!" My father yells through the phone.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Max stated in a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet cabin of the luxury vehicle. I looked back out the window and noticed that David was not wearing his usual tailored business suit today. He wore a wrinkled gray t-shirt and stained denim jeans, and his messy brown hair stuck up in all directions as if he had been running his hands through it all morning. A sudden realization hit me when I saw the sheer desperation contorting his flushed face. Max had ordered his executive team to permanently blacklist David from the financial sector earlier this week, and the news must have finally reached my ex-boyfriend's inbox.

“How do they hold up when everything else is falling apart?” Aiden straightened and met her gaze. Steady eyes, no flash of ego. “They’re built for overload. Adaptive flow, redundant power. They adjust in real time.” His answers came plain and direct. No salesmanship. When she pressed on oxygen concentrations and possible side effects, he answered carefully, admitting the limits of their current data without defensiveness. A nearby alarm sounded. He excused himself politely and moved to help before anyone called for him. Naomi watched him go. He knew what he was doing. In a night where almost nothing felt solid, that was something worth noticing.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

Then it slams its fists on the ground, creating small fissures on the stone ground. The Draco snorted. It was amused because it could already do this. In front of the now-evolved Ximi, the Draco remembered the other super alpha in the world, David. David baffled the Draco. Compared to the two super alphas standing off right now, David wasn’t as strong, durable, or intimidating. It didn’t understand how David, a creature so small, was able to deal so much damage to its territories. David was small compared to the Draco but he was able to kill so many of the Draco’s servants.

The weight on my body lifted, and I fell to my hands and knees, panting. David dropped to the ground, but he barely looked phased. He smiled up at Maxwell, wiping a thin stream of blood from his lip. “Ah. The mate.” Maxwell was no dilly-dallying on words. He stormed in, fists drumming against David’s face, his whole body shaking with barely sealed rage. The ground buckled and cracked below them, power exploding outward in rippling waves. I forced myself up, every part of me trembling. My vision blurred, and my limbs weakened, but I had to move. Had to fight. Had to—

In a split second, I rammed into the truck and the next I saw was an abysmal darkness. _____________________________________________________________________________ *** At Xander's palace *** Most of the workers are busy in different sections of the palace while David is the only one in the living room. Lazy as always, he sits there with a bowl of popcorn and a can of beer, binge watching a TV show. Sporadically, he bursts into sudden feats of laughter as the show occasionally makes him laugh. Just as he is watching the TV show, the ringing of the landline phone interrupts him. He incessantly ignores it hoping the caller would give up. After ringing about the fifth or sixth time, he gets fru