Max And El Novelas e Histórias

She says with a pout. Rafael and I both nod yes. "So are you two going home for dad's birthday?" Irina asks changing the subject. "I honestly don't know." I say. "I'm not, I'm going with my mom to Mexico."Rafael says. Rafael and us have different mothers, his mom and our dad never actually got married. "C'mon Noah you have to come since Rafa won't be there." Irina says. I do my best to stay away from my dad, still can't get the fact he constantly cheats on my mom and she's fine with that. But to Irina our dad is perfect in her eyes.

“We can’t stand here any longer. Valeria’s out there. And so is Damien.” Elena wiped her face with shaking hands. “Max, what are you going to do?” He didn’t look at her. “Find them. End this.” “And if Damien kills you?” she whispered. He finally turned, his eyes like knives. “Then you’ll have to live with the blood on your hands.” Elena flinched, her lips trembling. “Don’t say that.” Max stepped closer, his voice low and sharp. “Then give me a reason not to. Tell me something, anything, that will help me stop him.”

Peace had returned to their household, and everything felt right. Celine and Max traveled back and forth between San Diego and San Jose since Celine reconciled with her parents, and Max was getting to know his parents better. They were having fun riding Sebastian’s plane all the time. It was the perk of knowing a billionaire and being closely related to one.

Elana. “Elana? Why is he here?” Efanell asked as he halted to a stop beside Maxwell, who was still on the ground. Maxwell got up immediately. “How may we help you?” Efanell asked Maxwell, who just stood dumbfounded. “Nothing. I just came to say hi to an old friend,” Maxwell lied. “Leave my premises immediately,” Efanell ordered. Maxwell glanced at me, at my stomach, and then at Efanell. Then he turned to leave.

Now the two of them were clashing to get to him? "Max, listen to me!" said Mirielle, annoyed because Max ignored her calls. "Max! Did you hear me?!" "Yes, I hear you, Elle! Although it's very noisy here. Eleanor and Linea are fighting. I don't know anything if that's what you want to ask. If not, come quickly and set me free. I can't stand being here. Cough cough!" Max coughed as smoke began to fill the room he was in. "There's a lot of smoke here, Elle! There might have been a fire. Please, save me now."

[“I don’t like Elizabeth. She’s too frail and skinny. Compared to your sexy body, she’s nothing but a stick! There’s only you in my life, Elaina. I only love you.” It was a video of Max confessing her feelings to Elaina while they were hugging tightly; there was no space between their bodies. Badump! I pressed my chest which was pounding like a hummingbird’s wings. ‘Elaina was right. My mate… hates me. My mate loves her!’ “Now, can you believe it? Max would choose me rather than his own mate?” Elaina boasted. “Do you know why? BECAUSE THERE WAS NO ROOM FOR AN UGLY BEAST LIKE YOU, ELIZABETH.”

She quickly noticed them and stared for a moment. "Elen, these are your second and third brothers. Introduce yourself, Elliot," the grand duke said. "Hi, I'm your third brother, Elliot. And this is Maxwell, but you can call him Max," Elliot said, gesturing towards Max. "Hello, brothers," Elen said softly, looking down, feeling nervous as it was her first time meeting them. "Wow, you're so cute. You even have silver hair like our brother!" Elliot exclaimed, admiring her hair.

"He will come around I've dealt with him before and he does love you is just being stubborn and he's digging in his heels so you just give him time you are one of the same person and he does love you I know that for a fact so stop stressing about him and hopefully we can find a way to just extract or best friend from the villa." " She's going to be so mad when she comes out. Take Max to Italy and by the sound of things because we had a conference meeting yesterday online and I needed to get briefed on what was going on however Maxwell doesn't seem like himself he seems distant he seems distracted and you can see it in his eyes even though he's pretending to be okay he misses Eleanor. "

Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod. “Ellaine? Do you hear me?” Caeruleus waved his hand in front of her face. “Ellaine?” “Yes? I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked away at the two and focused with Finrod. “I smell something here.” Margarette sniffed the air at Ellaine’s direction, “Jealousy..?” She sniffed closer. “Ellaine? You smell jealous.” She smiled teasingly. Caeruleus laughed hard. “Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?”

Max composed himself and immediately approached her to greet her and, of course, introduce himself, ignoring Emma's attempt to hold him back. "I'm Maximiliano Müller, and I am a friend of your daughter. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand and smiled, noting the striking resemblance between Elaine and Emma, envisioning what Emma would look like at that age. "Nice to meet you, I'm Elaine Spencer, Emma's mother." "You two look like sisters," Max said sincerely. "I mean it."