Mad Max Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fearless. "And what do you care about the most, Maddox?" He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he raised his hand, took her chin with elegant firmness, as if his touch could stop the world. "I haven’t decided yet if you’re my weakness… or my damnation." Hours later, Max was alone in the weapons room. He stared at a tactical map. Dax walked in behind him. "You okay?" Max shook his head. "I’m fucking confused, Dax. Maddox plays with her like she’s just another piece on the board… but she’s not a piece. She is the board."

“As far as I’m concerned, we can forget this betrothed nonsense.” “Betrothed nonsense?” she repeats, scoffing. “Yeah,” he says, brushing Lake’s forehead. “His fever’s gone down.” “Whether you like it or not, we have to talk, for God’s sake,” Madison said, her voice rising. “You’re my fiancé!” “Stop it, Madison,” Max snapped. “I don’t like you that way.” “You don’t like me that way? Max, you don’t like anybody! I’ve never even seen you with a girl!”

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

Loud music boomed from inside, and half-dressed women danced in every corner, laughing like demons in hell. I stormed through the room, kicking open the door to a room reeking of drugs. There he was Maxello, sniffing white powder off a table, a nearly naked woman beside him, her hands all over him. The instant he saw me, the woman scrambled out of the room in fear. But Maxello didn’t even flinch. He kept sniffing, grinning like a fool high on poison. I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up, choking him with my other hand. “Where is Mia? What did you do to her?” I growled, each word seething with rage.

"Let them see how wild their alpha can be! Let them see the monster you are!" I froze, my anger boiling over. "Are you blackmailing me?" I growled, my fangs bared and my eyes turning a shiny red. "Go on, tear me apart," he taunted, laughing mockingly. "There are cameras everywhere, and I'm sure they'll love to see how well you can control yourself." I clenched my fist so tightly that my claws dug into my palm, causing me to bleed. I turned to leave, but he added, "On your way, pick up Ciara and take her to your home. I won't repeat myself."

Then Omem had slowly cut back on the dose and helped him face the painful memories. But why was this? Which memories were shielded? And why with brute force? Where Maddie and he not allowed to be together? What was so bad that they weren't allowed to know? Then what happened after they got back from Hintlop? The fact that he couldn't quite remember it made him crazy. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he was that Omem kept them both intoxicated. He felt furious. They arrived on the first floor and Raven went to Maddie's room.

What! My breath caught in my throat as my finger frantically tapped the link. The page loaded to reveal a hot, dashing picture of Maddox—the kind of shot I would have dared to fantasize about under normal circumstances, but I completely bypassed the photo and scrolled straight down to the anonymous blog text. It was mostly a bunch of speculative nonsense about him brutally rejecting Wendy at the door, but as I scrolled further, my eyes locked onto a second attached image. It was a blurry, candid shot taken near the upstairs hallway. It was dark, but there was a distinct silhouette of a guy—

[Damian] Hurting Kason badly enough for him to end up in the ER with a broken arm wasn’t exactly in my plans. That’s a half lie and half truth. I never expected to see him there, and I definitely never expected him to be an asshole to Maddox. That was my whole problem. Him calling me names wasn’t the issue. The way Maddox froze and flinched when Kason tried getting close to him did something to me. It woke up the monster inside me, the one that seems to crawl out whenever someone gives Maddox shit.

I'm nothing compared to him. I clawed at his hand but it was pointless. My vision was already starting to blur and my body was getting weaker. So this is how it ends. On my eighteenth birthday, in a dark room, married for less than an hour. I didn't even get to find my mate. Then he just... stopped. His grip didn't loosen because he decided to spare me. It was something else. I could feel it. His whole body went stiff like something hit him out of nowhere. His eyes changed, the rage was still there but there was something else in them now. Something confused.

Every possible way he could reach me, I cut it all off in one go. 12 years of love and desperate efforts to please him were completely wiped out at that moment. Back in the hospital room, I dug through my suitcase for the ebony cross Mom had left me. Once found, I fastened it around my neck. … At 3:00 pm, Marco Fabbri pushed open the door and entered. He had been one of Mom's most loyal subordinates back in the day and had kept a quiet watch over me all these years. Whenever Elena tormented me or the family pushed me aside, he would somehow find a way to offer a helping hand in secret.