Eleven And Max Novels & Stories

Max said in a booming voice which was filled with great exuberance and will. His dedication to the good fortune of today's humanity was so apparent that the listeners could not help but get strung along by the willful power contained in Senator Eleasar’s striking plea. But how could this escape the ears of the most smarter ones in the room? "Why did we not think of that?!" "Brilliant indeed!” “If Max Fucking Eleasar would be successful in getting the formula for the aliens strengths and abilities then would that mean that we would also enjoy the same skills as the alien right now?”

Just as I turn, I collide with someone, my back hitting them hard enough to nearly send me stumbling. A gasp escapes my lips as I teeter on the edge of humiliation, but a strong hand grabs me, steadying me before I can fall flat on my face in front of the entire café. I turn to thank them, but the moment I see who it is, my gratitude vanishes. Of course. It’s Maximus, grinning like he’s won some grand prize. “So, you’ve finally accepted that your name is Selene,” he says, his voice dripping with smugness. “Are you done pretending to be ‘Dr. Andrea,’ or is that just a game you play when I’m around?”

one of them says to the other. "Pardon my manners, I'm Elaine, Nathan's cousin" she plasters a fake smile on her face and I roll my eyes. I'm trying not to embarrass Nathan's grand mom but this girls here have to do something about their fake appearance. I mean, if a doll is a person, it would be Elaine. "Well I came to see who Nathan married, I was surprised because Nathan doesn't commit to anyone, he cannot love anyone just have that in mind" she smirks and walks away with her little minion like she just successfully broke a happy marriage.

“And security?” “We’ll have someone at every exit. A signal from you, and we pull her out. Quietly. No spectacle unless absolutely necessary.” Max sat down. He stared at the flash drive. Sebastian had three days. But Max had a lifetime of secrets to weaponize. “He wanted a game,” Max muttered. “Let’s give him a show.” FLASHBACK – Years Ago, A Charity Ball Max had worn white that night. Emilia had called him a villain pretending to be a prince. He’d laughed—actually laughed—for the first time in months.

“What is the truth?” Max shifted, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, his blue eyes that were contrasting with his black hair, had an expression unreadable, looking hollow. “It wasn’t drunk driving,” he said quietly. “And…” — he paused, swallowing hard — “I was in the car too.” My lips parted in shock. “What?” I whispered, unsure if I wanted to hear what came next. Max nodded once, his gaze was unfocused, lost somewhere far beyond the walls of the room that we were in. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I was just eleven back then.”

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Max was still lying down, his eyes closed, and he couldn't open them because of several bruises from the blows of some of Eleanor's men. He ignored the booming and flashing sounds of Linea and Eleanor's power. Max blinked slowly and then tried to get up. He heard the faint sound of Mirielle's voice calling out to him. Max wanted to run away from the room, but he couldn't swing his steps. Let alone walking; he found it difficult even to get up. Max didn't know where he was. He only knew that Eleanor had brought him to this place. Then, what was the relationship between Eleanor and Linea? Why did he see Linea there? Now the two of them were clashing to get to him?

All the while, I maintained the neutrality in my expression, even though a smile was desperately trying to tug at my lips. Max had gotten out. But that also meant that he was somewhere out there in that wasteland, on his own, with no water and no map and no way to truly protect himself. He was eleven years old. Even if he was fast and quiet and smart, it didn’t mean he could survive. I walked back up the corridor and stared straight ahead and thought, very hard, as if he could hear me: stay hidden, Max. Whatever you do, just stay hidden, and survive.

Beside me, Tarla repeats, “For protection and preservation.” I look at her, understanding passing through me. I remember Elena's words from earlier, and as I look at the crowd and note the lack of an elderly population, the damage that was done to this pack dawns on me, the horror and trauma they had all undoubtedly suffered makes my heart go out to every one of them. My eyes find Max only to find his eyes already on mine. The truth of his past is written in every harsh line on his handsome face and his inability to be fully transparent, or be truthful with his emotion.

“This is why we need more training, but I guess mistakes on the fly are what we are going to get.” “Max and Eli.” I say not looking up from my computer. “What?” “Max and Eli, are the names you’re looking for. Max is a sophomore and Eli is the same age but a freshman, technically speaking, he took a year off to travel before starting school. They both play basketball, but I couldn’t figure out if they play for the school or if that was just a line. Max is majoring in business and Eli in sports medicine.” I look up when she doesn’t respond to find her stopped in her tracks staring at me.