Eleven X Max Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE. Somewhere in downtown sector 12 where most of the terrible things happen like Car racing and dealing of illegal arms were done. Xavier Williams also known as X or the mystery guy was one of the best racers in sector 12. No one actually knew what he looked like because he was always on a mask but they could tell he was a handsome dude. The racers car drove in after a drifting race only this time someone else won and it none other than Mad Max a crazy female racer who wears thick makeup to disguise herself.

“No, it’s not possible, Xerra. I’m sorry. The person must be two days dead at most. And you know that we cannot use the Creyer anymore. The price is just too high!” My tears rolled down my cheeks freely. “Xerra?” Ponpon’s voice was that of concerned. I looked down at him, to meet his red eyes. “J-just rest, Ponpon. Don’t mind me. You’re tired.” “Okay,” he said quietly and closed his red eyes once more.

Max kissed the back of her hand before he let her leave the elevator, and he whistled as he went back to the conference room Sebastian had assigned to them. It has been a while since Max used his hacking skills to good use. These days he uses it to get back at people who piss him off. Making them purchase big-ticket items that would usually embarrass them when they returned them. A huge boat they didn’t need, 10 refrigerators they couldn’t use, a huge box of dildos, or several inflatable dolls that would put anybody into shame. It always gave him a pleasure to see their faces when he spied on them on their supposed to be secure security systems. So now, he was going to make Celine’s boss les

I said as I joined the group. “Unless one of us opens their own gallery,” Max said and we all agreed. “And it will obviously be Xania since she’s the rich one out of all of us here.” “I’m not rich compared to you guys,” I said and Max laughed, clapping his hands. “You mean compared to our parents, and have you seen the car you drive! A fucking black matte R8 Coupé V10,” he exaggerated and I rolled my eyes. “You drive an e-tron, I don’t know why you’re trying to make it seem like I’m richer than you, I barely hold a candle to any of you, besides, I told you guys that was a-”

“You have earned it, and besides Max wasn’t even there went we decided to put you on the squad. Look, I know the guy, he doesn’t play with women feelings, he usually is very straight forward with what he wants and he never crosses a line. I told him you’re like my sister and he is not backing off, so that either means he doesn’t give a shit about the alliance, which is very unlikely, or two he likes you but is just a bit messed up in the head and can’t decide what to do or three, he is completely messed up and lost all his senses and is using you.” I flinch at the last one but Colton quickly adds “Look all I’m trying to say is be careful. Max is a good person and he normally would play with

Xavier’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, ignoring the fact that Maximilian began to knock louder on the door. "Elara? Why is it taking so long? I heard something fall in there!" Maximilian shouted from outside. That voice only drove Xavier more insane. He fused their bodies tighter, every movement becoming a proclamation of power. Elara lost her ability to think clearly. The sound of her own heartbeat clashed with the sound of skin meeting skin in the sweltering room.

The car picked up speed, leaving the bustle of the city behind. Max gripped the steering wheel tightly, then added, “I’ll always stand with you, Sir. No matter what happens.” “I know, Max. That’s why I can sit calmly right now. You and Liora are the only reasons I’m not tempted to get rid of Damien tonight.” Max exhaled, caught between relief and caution. He knew all too well: if Xavier truly unleashed his anger, no one could stop him. In the back seat, Xavier closed his eyes for a moment, letting his mind fill with strategies.

I know I’m not the only one sagging under the heat and the weight of missing my mate. There’s a quiet, sharp intake of breath beside me. I turn my head and see Xander sitting forward, his hand pressed over his chest. “You okay, man?” I keep my voice low. “Is it Atlas?” He shakes his head, brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I feel weird. Really hot, and my chest is tight.” Before I can say more, Max jolts. He shoots to his feet like someone stuck a live wire in him, then drops straight to his knees with a grunt.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

He was contacting X-crow and broadcasting it live! I shook my head, knowing what was coming. Max texted: Hey, X-crow. This is Max Smith of Brix Cars. As you may have heard, I am looking to produce the world's quietest car, Sneaker MS 2024. And for that, I need a genius like you to create a one-of-a-kind operating system. All eyes were glued on the screen as soon as Max hit send. We waited for a good minute, and nothing happened. Just when people began to whisper, a reply came in.