Eleven And Max Novels & Stories

Very soon they were in a limited sized room with a projector, a marvelous chair looking like a king's throne, a medium sized sofa and lastly some guards and Malik, the guy who played a great role in this game till now. "Hey, dude!" Malik, Max's one of the clients dealing in drugs, came forward for a warm hug. "Hi," Max walked out of the hug and glanced at his facade. "I thought you were at my house?" "No, I had to come here after I got the copy of Stella's MMS!" he looked down. "I don't know but I couldn't hold my curiosity. I wanted to see you and help out for the further plan." "Thanks for coming over. I am sure I'd need you." The young guys shared a side hug and walked further in the room

"You know where Max is, or at least you have an idea." I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Eleanor's desperation and determination made me want to trust her. "I don't know for sure," I said, choosing my words carefully. "But we believe that Max may have been taken by the resistance group, Vortex." Eleanor's eyes widened, her expression shocked. "Vortex?" she repeated. "I've heard of them. They're some kind of...of good people, aren't they?" I nodded, trying to be vague. "Something like that. But I want to reassure you, Eleanor, that Max is safe. At least, that's what we believe."

Summer pointed to the inside of the car, and it was comical how all three guys bent to check what she was talking about, bumping heads in the process. "Ow!" They all exclaimed, making Summer and I laugh. "Hey there, Rochelle! I'm Eli, that's Westley, and that's Cash," Eli introduced. He's the blonde, and the black haired guy is Westley. "Cash? As in the guy who kicked everyone out on Saturday?" I asked. " You were there?" They all asked me, Summer included.

Carlos raised his eyebrow curiously. Damien dropped his pen, looking at Carlos before answering. “Aiden!”. “Are you kidding me???”. Carlos screamed, standing up from his seat. “That bastard, Liam’s beta?.” Damien nodded before continuing with his work. “Oh goodness! How could… gosh how could Max like someone like him? I thought they hated each other. And max!! He alway boasts about how he will murder Aiden one day. Oh my goodness I have no idea Aiden is busy murdering Max with his dick!.” Carlos exclaimed, running his hands through his hair, totally shocked and surprised by the news.

Max whispered on her ear firmly. The night has set off deeply. Iris and Max almost spent the whole night just talking and catching up on the things that they missed for the whole year of their absence. Max had told her about Lance and Hoon and how incredible they are with what they do, Iris couldn’t even believe that they were just kids and laughed at herself for actually dwelling on her theory that Claire has been working for some Intelligence organization with all the information that Claire had known about her.

MAX'S POV Max brought a peach up to his nose for a quick sniff before dropping it into his cart as he continued his walk down the isle. As promised Martha, he planned a small dinner for the family, Cece and Steve, Petra and her husband, for a simple dinner and maybe poker.

As they were walking out of the cafeteria to their class, Eleanor asked a question to Jayla who left her in surprise. "Do you find Max hot?" —————————————————— Hii guys this is the first chapter of Alpha Maxwell, I hope you guys liked the first chapter!

I wonder sadly. Max I walk to the elevator, got in, and press the button for the ground floor. Today was a good day, the 1991 Tax Prep, finally punching that asshole ex of mine in the face. I can’t believe after eight years I finally got revenge on that asshole for cheating on me. I smile, thinking of the punches I landed in his jaw.

Maxim almost kissed the tip of the nose of the girl who was smiling sweetly at him, if he did not spontaneously rewind his face from the girl. "Lucky girl and unlucky girl?" asked Maxim spontaneously. In order to cover the subtle, ignorant pulses behind his chest, Maxim threw a silly question. Though he knows, the term Maxine gives specifically to his two friends who have the opposite nature. But there was no other question he deserved to ask in such circumstances. Maxine nodded before answering. "Ivan is the adult one and Leo is the childish one. Isn't it clear?" It was Maxim's turn to nod. "So, are you coming?"

From the start of the semester until this date, October 29, 2016, I've managed to accumulate twenty casual partners on my roster. Each individual possesses a unique quality that earned them a spot in my list, which is no small feat, considering my exacting standards. Casual Partner #1: Max, the Exception. A 20-year-old junior, Max is not just a handsome English major; he's a sexual virtuoso who knows it all too well. His prowess extends beyond imagination, leaving anyone who encounters him utterly speechless. Last night marked our third encounter, and it only left me craving more. Avery selected him as my subject for a reason, but did she anticipate that this man might be my ultimate downfal