Inferno Max Hastings Novels & Stories

The world outside seemed quiet, almost too quiet, as if it were holding its breath for what would come next. “They won’t stop, will they?” Ava’s voice broke the silence. She wasn’t asking a question, more so confirming the dark truth they both knew. The furies would never stop. Not until they had Hayden’s power, not until they tore them apart. Hayden’s jaw tightened as he stared into the distance. “No,” he admitted. “They’re relentless.” Ava swallowed hard. “Then we don’t have time to waste.” His gaze snapped back to hers, dark and intense. “What do you mean?”

Get to know her before I unalive her guard dogs. First thing first, though. I need to locate where the fifth C.H.A.O.S. member is. Oscar isn’t someone I can underestimate. He is the most deadly of the bunch, with him being a psychopath with training and connections. I’ll have to take him out first. Because if I don’t, I’ll lose my head just like my big brother did, god rest his soul.

his mate said, her green eyes fixed over his shoulder. Turning his head, he watched as the dark smoke began to dissipate and the wind started to calm. Slowly, forms began to take shape. Asta and Liv both gasped in horror. Bodies littered the ground. Hundreds of them.

Lucky me, I was already dressed, so I invested my time in putting the prayer back in the chest, closing it, and placing it in my backpack again. We arrived in Pennhurst under the darkening sky of the summer nightfall. Brett was speechless when he saw the one driving the Artic beast was no other than Brandon Price in the flesh. He’d just gotten to the asylum and the afternoon shift was still hanging around, trading info with the graveyard shift small crew and getting ready to leave. Needless to say, Brandon showing up out of the blue caused a commotion.

“That's the way out…..oh and next time you think of impersonating anyone, do it right.” He turned to walk away, then I called him back. “What's your name again?” He scoffs, “I never mentioned, but,” He waved a finger as though doing us a huge favour. “I'll tell you. I am Max, from the HR department.” He boasts. Enclosed in the space he had opened up earlier. “No man turns their back at me…….at least no one living enough to tell the tale.” Before he could process what I said, a bullet went inside his head, his brains scattered everywhere. Screaming from other employees filled the air. I roared my hand in the air, Viktor passed a hankie which I wiped the bastard’s blood on my suit.

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

Hector said. “Ah, yes. So, where were you guys? I heard you guys are introducing yourselves.” Sirene was really not intimidated by their status. Soheila laughed at how casual Sirene is, and said, “So, what was your name again, Young Master of the Harter Clan?” The man sat properly and looked at Sirene who's the one who interrupted him for introducing. “Maximo, Maximo Harter is my name.” He said a little cold.

"Let's sit together. You, me, and Jeremy. We will talk about this problem together and find a solution." Hugo stepped aside, but Max was moving, blocking his way again. Max couldn't help himself; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're not alone, Mr. Hugo. There's still me, Jeremy, and everyone." His lips lifted slightly, and he lowered his head, looking at the person trembling with fear behind Max's legs. "Falcon five, kill the old woman." "Are you sure, sir?" Max pushed Hugo down, but this time, Hugo didn't stay still; he tried to get up while pushing Max's hand, which kept pushing him to lie down.

he continued to ask. "Hm, you could say that." "How so?" asked Egan. "Isn't he looking for death?" She continued seemingly thinking about something, and her head suddenly filled with many question marks. "Hm, he's looking for death. What's his real name?" asked Julian. "William Maxim." "Hm, William Maxim. Has he always been like that?" Ian asked again. "Y-y-yes, sir. He's always been an asshole." "Hm, the appropriate word is 'bastard'." Dante's reply seems unfocused, as his eyes seemed to be darting outward.

“Honey, talk to me. What did that son of a bitch do?” Abby remained silent. Explosive fury ate away at his sanity. Any semblance of control he’d achieved over the years was washed away in the eruption. Roman wrapped up his call, climbed in and the truck rolled onwards. Max hadn’t known true hate until that moment, vowing that Petrovich would be a vaporized memory in the red mist of the rising sun. ***