Novel & Cerita Max In The Secret Life Of Pets

We both looked so stupidly happy it made something twist deep in my gut. I turned the frame face-down. Later, I took Max for a walk. He waddled along beside me, panting like he was dragging a truck behind him, but still managed to chase a squirrel halfway down the block like his life depended on it. His little legs kicked up leaves and his ears flopped in the wind. I laughed in spite of myself. “You’re ridiculous,” I told him. He didn’t argue. Just barked Back at the house, I collapsed on the couch and pulled out my phone. Scrolled past group chats, some school emails, a video of a raccoon washing cotton candy in water and freaking out when it disappeared. I watched it twice.

Maximo whisper yells to me before I can try to work my way out of my predicament. Shit. Now I am really in trouble. Maximo knows my mouse coloring very well since he’s seen it on multiple occasions. I curl up in a small ball, tucking my tail between my tiny paws, staying as still as possible. Ember must have realized that we messed up and gave up the fight on trying to push to shift. She respects Maximo’s wolf, Titus, as her mentor. I guess she can tell he is mad.

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.

, Joseph smirked as he flipped the pages of the file. “She lived with her roommate, Emily, who attends a university here until recently and broke up with her boyfriend, Eddy, who is a close friend of Emily. She’s currently out of the country to attend the art exhibition of Lawrence Manon, a popular French artist, as the hidden artist, Umbra”, the secretary added, and Charles clapped. “She has a great profile to her name, she seems to be the ambitious type and someone also full of surprise”, Charles commented with a weird chuckle.

I groan as we approach her group of friends. ****** Max I watch as these traitors, who I used to call my friends, all suck up to Hunter as he buys them endless rounds of drinks. I take a shot of vodka on my 8th or maybe 9th. I don’t remember I stopped counting after 5. I’m annoyed as I look over to Ezra whispering something to Scott, who grabs Hunter in some form of bear hug. All I wanted was a night out with my friends after another sexless week. Instead, I run into the cause of all my problems.

my body fell to the chair in weakness. How did I end up kissing my pet? I knew I did once but that was to scare her off, so how the hell? God damn it!! “When you are done getting your explanation from her, also tell her to fucking stay off you. I might indeed end her life without your knowledge the next time,” Max stated before storming out of the office. Fuck!!!

she questioned. I had made a friend during my time here, his name is not Matthew, but Maxwell. He's a good wolf, used to be a beta back in his old pack until his wolf became unstable that he came here. He's dealt with a lot, rejected by his mate and left with his pup and then had an outbreak, hence why his wolf is unstable. They both love their mate and pup, only having to speak with them every Saturday for an hour. His pup's name is Sophie and his mate's name was Naomi. They're both very beautiful ladies, Max is a lucky guy, but I'm luckier.

I know it will get back to Max that I’m making demands and hopefully get me on his good side and I can get info out of him before I get out of here. “Fine, I’ll ask, but no promises. You’re one of Max’s prized possessions, he may not let you out on a leash unless he’s the one holding it.” He says locking eyes with me, like he’s trying to send me a message telepathically. I nod, and he closes the door. Fantastic, Max wants me as a pet. ___ Leah’s POV

“Now...That is totally insane.” Betty said. I could tell that she was nervous. And Teresa was too. She stopped washing the dishes. “I know what I saw and heard. It happened twice.” “Max, I think you are tired.” Max’s POV I was not having any of the bull that they are feeding me. I knew that they are keeping secrets and that I am not stupid to put two and two together like these two would think. There was a loud animal howling that stopped me from whatever I was going to tell them. A shrieking, animal voice, a howl. I felt her eyelids droop and go heavy and everything went pitch black.

His glasses rest on the desk beside an open folder filled with reports, photos, and her name—Fallon Kingsley… Sherah Hawke. He stares at the open page without really seeing it. “I should’ve known.” “How could I not have known?” “What kind of a friend am I?” His voice cracks on the last word. He leans back, exhaling through his nose, and rubs his temples. The quiet creak of floorboards pulls him from his thoughts. Soft, deliberate footsteps. He glances toward the study door. There he is—Max, his aging German Shepherd, stepping into the room with all the grace of a soldier long retired. His muzzle is gray, his steps slow, but his eyes are sharp.