Eleven X Max Novels & Stories

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

A faint silver glow engulfs my body, causing my eyes to close. XILLON Alpha Maxamillian strides into the clearing, his brawny arm linked with Annalise’s delicate elbow. The sound of their footsteps reverberates in the air, as if announcing their entrance. My heart races, my senses heightened, as I struggle to contain Xavier’s wild energy.

"I want three million euros in my account now, if what you just said is true. Take it or leave it." X holds the Post-it between his fingers and then moves away from me. He puts his hand inside his suit, looking at me very seriously. I adjust my hair and my clothes as I watch X take his phone and continue messing with it, not intending to say anything to me. I take a deep breath; three million might be too high a value for him, indicating that X might not be willing to pay anything to sleep with me. Maybe he's just good at sweet talk. He takes the first Post-it, analyzes it, then takes the second one, types something, and finally turns the screen of his cell phone towards me:

I said. "If you're going to sell it now, I don't think you can sell it for as much as it's worth, given what people found out about us," Alex said. "I don't care anymore. I have more than enough in my bank account until retirement. I could sell it for a million and I'll still live." I replied. Alex's face twisted in disgust and annoyance. "You sound like an absolute prick." He spat before attempting to get up. I quickly grabbed his arm and pushed him back down on the bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. I'm sorry." I apologized.

“I am going to need you to help me, not stand against me. You are the one person who can actually help.” For a long moment, Maxine didn’t speak. Then she sat back, folding her hands. “Alright. Tell me what you need.” I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, saw not just my lawyer, but the only ally I had left. “Everything,” I said quietly. “I need to make this real. I need it to stand. If Xavier tries to shut me down, I want him to find out that I already built something he can’t break.”

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.

Petrie looked over one of the bills Jake provided and nodded in approval. Jake helped himself to some coffee in Nadia’s kitchen. It was going to be a long night. Petrie flipped open the heavy laptop and tapped the keys rapidly. It took several minutes for him to get things the way he liked them. “A milli, you say? We are going to need about ten thousand bills.” “You have enough paper for that?” Jake tapped the packet of paper on the table by the laptop.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

Huxley whispered. "We already know that, let's bet on what is the reason she's calling him." Cole said. "I bet that she's calling him to come home with her." Giovanni chuckled. "Well, I bet that she wants to smash him." Huxley whispered. "The winner has 10 bucks." Marco stated. "Alright deals." Huxley and Cole shook their hands in agreement and listen carefully to Max conversation. Max heard their conversation and glared at them, he huffed and went to another room to talk in peace.