Julian Maxwell Mga Nobela at Kwento

As I settled into the chair, I opened my laptop, skimming through the usual influx of emails and reports. Then I saw it—a message from Julian. My jaw tightened as I clicked on it. Julian and I hadn’t spoken much since our parents died. He was always the schemer, the one who thrived on manipulation and lies. The email was short and to the point. "Max, we need to talk. Meet me at the park tomorrow at noon. – Julian"

whatever trance they were in. Tyler sucked in a huge gasp of air and stepped away from him unsteady. I grabbed her arm as she stared at Eddie. He stared back at her with a strange look almost like the fog had been cleared from his eyes, “What the hell?!” He bellowed out looking around crazily and she shook her head in disbelief, “Eddie has been under a spell for months. Like a puppet, Maxine was pulling the strings. Doctor Winder is Maxine’s uncle. They are both half witch. Holy shit! They have been plotting with Argent for months. They even had a spell to where they blocked out Genevieve so she wouldn’t catch on to him.” I stared at her blankly trying to soak in what she just said. Things

“But he won’t tell you that. He doesn’t want you to know the lengths he’s going to for you.” The room tilted slightly, and I gripped the doorframe for support. “What are you saying, Julian? That he’s putting everything on the line for me?” “Yes,” Julian said firmly. “But it might destroy him in the process.” I felt a surge of panic and anger. Maximilian’s secrets, his need to control everything—it was all spiraling out of control. “I have to stop him,” I said, my voice trembling. Julian nodded. “If anyone can, it’s you.”

Instead, Shawn had gone live to deny the claims, which meant Grandpa Max had successfully taken an arrow to the chest to protect their crumbling legacy. “What are you two talking about without me?” Julian stepped into the room, looking fastidious as ever. As a world-renowned artiste and musician, he dressed with a flair that bordered on theatrical—wearing a designer velvet blazer over a silk shirt, his hair perfectly coiffed. He looked terribly handsome and he clearly knew it. “Just about how the day will go,” I said, while Liam merely shook his head at Julian’s attire, clearly considering it "too much."

"She’s a lawyer. She knows that without a witness, a spreadsheet is just numbers. She’s protecting her husband, her company, and her name." Julian pushed off the wall slowly. Every head in the room turned toward him. "Wrong," he said. Maxwell looked at him. "You have something to add?" It was clear that Julian was unimpressed by Maxwell's theory. But Maxwell's theory was a good one, and right now Maxwell couldn't find of any other explanation to this. Julian looked at Maxwell the way a man looks at someone who has just confidently walked into the wrong room.

"Seven years, Julian. For seven years I strived to be the person you desired. You continued to regard me as the least choice.” Julian moved nearer still. "I never.” “You listed Ophelia as your wife.” My words struck him sharply. "While I was hospitalized. While carrying Maximilian. When I believed perhaps we could begin anew.” Julian became quiet. Motionless. As though he were now noticing the injury he caused. I exhaled slowly. "So don’t request that I return. I’m unable to.” “Have you ever considered Maximilian?" he inquired, his tone lowering, hurt. "He’s been searching for you daily Vivienne. He didn’t get any rest at night. He keeps wanting to see you.”

' she says, wiping my tears away. 'Mother, this is my mate, Alpha Maximus,' I say to her. 'Not little Maximus? Not my best friend’s little boy? Luna Mirabelle and Alpha Theodores son?' she asks in amazement. Maximus smiles, 'Yes, the one and only,’ he smiles. My mother stands and hugs him, 'I couldn't ask the Moon Goddess for a better mate for my daughter,' she says to him. 'Mother,' I say, 'I want you to come and meet your three grand-pups,' I smile.

“Adrian is both a werewolf, and a lycan.” Shock and disbelief flitted across Julius’ face before a frown darkened his features. “He sought me out, he wanted to make me his chosen mate…” My voice trailed off as horrific memories tried to force themselves to the forefront of my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing them away as I tried to keep my breath even, which became rather difficult to do as a growl rumbled from within Julius’ chest. It was clear by the way the muscles in his jaw flexed that he was trying with maximum effort to subdue his reaction.

Max cracked his knuckles as he clasped his hands together and stretched. It was easy to get into the manager’s computer. He had the lamest password in the world, and it was easy to guess, so Max could see what the guy was doing right away. First, Max had his computer screen flickering like it was losing power. He thought the guy was just a prick, so he was thinking of going easy on him, but as he delved deep into his computer applications, he found something that curdled his blood. There was a screen that was dedicated solely to Celine. The f*cker had a hidden camera on nearly all of his staff’s desks. That was why he could tell what she was doing.

Max warmly slapped his brother's back and continued on his way. Same to you!" Julian called after him. He couldn't help but speculate, "I bet he's off to see his harem of women," He thought, disapprovingly sniffing. Maximillian wasn't the saint his parents believed. He never saw the need to settle down, having witnessed the ruthless nature of the female species. Julian had experienced heartbreak last Valentine's Day when his girlfriend of four years left him for someone less worthy, and Max couldn't forgive the public humiliation.