Max And El Novels & Stories

one elder inquires. "It is rumoured that you are engaged to Ella, the daughter of Charles Maxwell and we all know she isn't your mate. Is that true?" "Yes, that's true" "So, that means you haven't found your mate" "Well… does it matter?" "No, it doesn't" Another elder replies. "All we want is a Luna. We will accept whoever you choose to marry" He explains and furrow my brows and look at them, completely shocked. "Really?" "Yes" They all answer in a chorus and I look at Kane who just shrugs his shoulders. I turn back to the elders.

She wanted to protect Elara, but I wasn’t here to coddle anyone. I looked past them at the gathered warriors. My gaze landed on Max—one of the strongest in the pack and her one-time bully. Broad shoulders, a fighter’s stance, a ruthless spirit that made him one of my best. Perfect. “Max,” I called. He broke away from his sparring partner and approached, his gaze sharp as he assessed Elara. I saw her throat bob as she swallowed, but to her credit, she didn’t step back. I turned to her. “You’re fighting him.”

Or worse, make their pets do border patrol. I must make another plan - and fast. I can feel Elara slipping away. Our connection is weakening by the day. She will never realise she loves me with her mates around all the time. I jump in my seat when the back door jerks open, and Mindy hops in. “They’re done,” she announces brightly. “Maxim is looking great. This really helped.” “Good for him,” I mutter, watching Elara and Maxim walking towards us. Elara laughs at something Maxim is saying, and a pang of jealousy jolts through me. When was the last time she and I shared such a relaxed moment?

Elena woke up the next morning completely confused. She could still recall her dream from the night before, and it left her feeling odd. Though, in the dream, Elena hadn't been able to see Max's face, she was certain it was his voice—yet for some reason, she had called him Massimo? Why did her brain combine the two of them? Quite honestly, they weren't anything alike. Massimo was reliable but dangerous and fairly muted with his emotions—Max could be really flaky but wasn't afraid to get emotional.

This might work. **** Max didn’t work late that day, and he didn’t return home immediately after work. He, like many others, was watching Eliana’s show at that time. He didn’t participate in the game and instead sat silently watching the screen. Max had previously seen Eliana’s live broadcast and knew she was a brilliant gamer. But what she didn’t expect was for her to keep getting better. Eliana was very good at predicting because she could often see things from a big-picture perspective. She was excellent at devising strategy and could kill many enemies in one shot.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“Can I?” His gaze dropped to Julian’s bare forearm, then to the inside of the house. To Elena’s shoes by the couch. To the second glass of water on the table. “I’ll come back tomorrow,” Max said calmly. Too calmly. “We’ll talk then.” Elena opened her mouth. No words came. Max stepped back, already turning away. At the door, he paused. “Elena,” he said quietly. She flinched at how gently he said her name. “We will talk.”

Maxwell rises from his chair as he slams his fists down on his desk, causing his fork to jump from his plate of half eaten egg and toast. "Elias! Control your mate!" He barks at me, but only taking his eyes off of Chilli for a split second. His gaze returns to me when I dont immediately move or react to his comand. "Elias!?" He snarls with a questioning tone, Maxwell opens his mouth to bark at me once more when a calming wave washes over and off of Chilli, as she takes a deep breath.

It’s amazing how he can make it look real when, in reality, I am in New York, under his club named Aurora. “What’s that? Wanna say something?” On another screen, Rylee, Cali’s assistant, is rounding a metal chair where Egor, Zakharov’s second in command, sits in a rather compromised situation. Her voice, teasing and menacing, whilst she flashed him a sweet smile. His fingernails detached from his body, a hole present on all joints… a gruesome sight that will surely push me on a liquid diet for weeks.

Lucifer really loved his girlfriend and luckily for him, Max just laughed it out and started their normal conversation and finally he decided to reveal his real name, which he had thought through it yesterday and decided that Lucifer was a trustworthy friend and it would not be a problem if we share our information as Lucifer too seemed an interesting open guy with a slight sense of familiarity to him. As Lucifer was speaking nonchalantly, he saw the serious look in Max's eyes and suddenly stopped speaking and looked at him as he had a good understanding of him over these day's and not knowing what would be Lucifer's reaction Max said to Lucifer, My name is Max Wellington and I am from FFF C