Life Of Pets Max Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, humming, wishing to relive our passionate and long-anticipated moment all over again. But I'd settle for a text: Me: I can't stop thinking about you. Immediately three dots bounced up and down on my screen. His Pet: Go to sleep, Catalina. My lips tug downward. Was Malcolm going to act like our kissing didn't happen? Me: Bossy, much. His Pet: I need you well-rested. We have a busy day ahead of us. Me: Oh, do we now ;) I can still feel your lips on mine. His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina

It definitely is wrong for anyone to covet his position, but what could be more important than his life? Softly reaching for his hand, she stared at him with a warm gaze filled with love. It was everything a mother would give her hurt child. She knew he was at a junction where everything he owns is Shellhouse, and it had become a part of his life. If she tries to persuade him that his life is more important, so he should give it up, then that means she’s trying to rip everything away from him.

"Going away is not going to bring AJ back to you!" Her opinion is not wanted. "Your pet is yapping; I can't hear you, Max," I reply, dodging the invite question. Troy specifically made me swear not to invite anyone who does not meet his requirements of a 'vacay buddy'...surprisingly Max did not meet said requirements. "Shut it up, will ya?" I hear a deafening screech leave Max's lips and some arguing before Max's pained voice comes through again. "You almost just got me killed."

It was good hearing from you. ~ Porter Gray I chewed the inside of my cheek. It was soon, sure, but it wasn't soon enough. By that time Maxxie would off in New York trying to get used to his new life. Without me. I sighed and clicked the 'reply' button. Hello again, Mr. Gray. Thank you for informing me on your move. Unfortunately it's not soon enough. Maxxie has decided that he's going to move to New York with his mom and soon to be step-dad. I'm sorry that I wasted your time and your money, Mr. Gray. I really didn't mean to cause any trouble.

Why would he resort to stealing children from the orphanage? Max actually owned a Mercedes-Benz and a Phaeton at such a young age. This was simply very impressive in Joey’s eyes! He was simply a god in Joey’s eyes! As he continued watching, he saw Max walking towards the edge of the bridge. After that, he got shot in the head before he fell right into the river… Joey was so shocked that he dropped his own cell phone! This…what the hell was going on… Max is dead? If he was dead, then what about his six hundred and twenty thousand dollars then? Moreover, he had borrowed five hundred thousand dollars out of this amount from the online loan platform! Wasn’t this simply asking for his life then?

I yanked him outside, growling, "Antonio Rivera! Do you not understand everything that I said to you?" A flicker of hurt crossed his eyes. "I just want to win my wife back," he said, pulling out a small box from his jacket. "I'm sure you're going to love this." Instead of taking it, I asked, "It's the Celestial watch from Patek Philippe, right?" His eyes lit up. "How did you know? I knew you'd love it!" Scoffing, I retorted, "Because Elena posted about it on her Instagram."

Max said, pretending to be disappointed. The front door opened again, and Wren and Izzy came in. Izzy instantly went to the living room, where Cat was petting Crook. She sat on the other side of the dog so she could pet him, too. Wren looked into the kitchen and shook his head at the sight of Max standing next to Lindsay. “Darn it! I knew one day he would find out about us. You know this means we have to make him disappear, right?” Max said to Lindsay loud enough to ensure that Wren heard what he said.

“Show-off.” He smirked back, chest heaving. “You love it.” “Yeah,” I admitted, wiping blood off my lip. “I do.” Another explosion. A second breach opened across the chamber, bigger this time. The hunters poured in by the dozens, their leader marked with a crimson visor. “Perez!” the leader shouted. “Step away from the Seraphin or die with him!” I laughed, low and dark. “Cute offer. Try me.” He raised his arm—and the hunters opened fire, bolts of cursed silver streaking through the air.

I knock on Max’s office door, and he opens it. “Damn, Princess, did you bring the whole damn bakery with you?” He questions, taking some of the boxes from me. “No, but I figured I might as well bring everyone their favorite goodies.” I reply, following him into his office. We set the boxes on a coffee table that has a black leather couch on one side of it. Max likes to eat his food on the couch while he watches football on his phone. By football I mean soccer, but Max refuses to call it that even though he lives in America. Max was born in Russia and lived over there for a bit because Misha wanted Max to learn the language and have experience with the culture. I didn’t actually meet Max unti

she snarled. "I did not only pay for your service, I paid for your body. That only means I own you entirely." Amber shook her head. "No! You don't own me!" "You are my pet, remember? A pet should always obey her master. Do you understand that?" "I'll just pay you, okay? Even if that means I will pay you for the rest of my life." "I already told you I only accept full payment. If you want me to spare you, then pay me now." he said.