Max Level Novels & Stories

"Oh, you will be worse before you are better, dear. Now, don't you carry on. You will forget all about it when it's over. I have seen dozens vowing that they will never have another baby while this is going on and once it's over they start talking about their next " Penny gave an hysterical laugh. Her next! There might never be a next. Perhaps this would be her last. Oh God, what a pain... It would be her last. She was not going through this again for anybody.

Mike replied with a smile. "Good, I trust you that deliver a good Job" Mr. Maxwell replied. You got the dangerous and she got the dîck Nadia o. The next episode is rated 200 Your encouragement is what I need badly now.

I wonder sadly. Max I walk to the elevator, got in, and press the button for the ground floor. Today was a good day, the 1991 Tax Prep, finally punching that asshole ex of mine in the face. I can’t believe after eight years I finally got revenge on that asshole for cheating on me. I smile, thinking of the punches I landed in his jaw.

On the day I started the job, the offer letter in my hand told a different story than the one I'd been promised. A million dollars a year had turned into three thousand dollars a month, printed in black and white. I looked up. "This isn't what we agreed on." The HR rep just smiled. "Ease into it first. We'll talk about a raise once you're off probation." I picked up the pen and signed. On the day of the signing ceremony, Mr. Pyatt was riding high. He turned to his assistant. "Has the money from the co-investment funds cleared yet?" I slid the offer letter, the one with "$3,000 a month" printed on it, gently across the table until it sat in the middle. "Mr. Pyatt, that $970,000 you save

"Ha! Sending more just means more for the chopping block!" 'Phoenix' Maxine let out a scornful laugh, then unleashed her full power and barreled into them. That power! "Bad news. We've been duped! She's at least a Lord of War level! Time to bail!" yelled one of them, and they all turned tail, no longer willing to face her. However, it was already too late. Maxine was on them in a flash, knocking each one to the ground with precision. Had she not needed a prisoner, they would all be dead.

Ivory managed to discover Max's whereabouts after connecting with him. Water was the source of Max's power, who was a descendant of water wolves that would have average longevity. So, it would be a big mistake if Linea gave him water-related torture. Max will, of course, be able to handle it; it will become a source of energy for him.

A crushing wave of mental energy was spreading through the arena, and Hayley was the source. "Can you guess what level her ability is?" someone asked. Nathaniel inhaled slowly. "She's the ceiling," he said quietly. "The highest level I've seen so far. At least level 6." His brother, Lance, had spent three years pushing his ability higher with the entire base supporting him. He had only just reached level 6 a few days ago. Even then, Nathaniel wasn't sure Lance could beat Hayley. She was definitely level 6. Maybe higher.

There, on the couch, Max sat with his legs crossed, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand. Max looked at me with a gaze I couldn't understand but found very intimidating. “Come here.” A crazy idea suddenly flashed through my mind as I saw Max move his finger as a signal to come closer. 7.000 dollars. If I managed to make Max cum 8 times, I would get 56.000 dollars from the bonus and 50.000 from the main salary. So in total, I would get over 100,000 dollars today. The point is, I have to do whatever it takes to make that happen.

The difference mattered. “I’m going to bed,” I said, even though it wasn’t even nine. Phoenix leaned back into the couch, folding his arms behind his head. “No post-massage review? Yelp me, at least.” I gave a lazy shrug. “Three stars. Too chatty.” Jack snorted quietly. Phoenix looked betrayed. “Chatty? You wound me.” “Goodnight, Phoenix.” As I passed by Jack, he finally lifted his head, eyes scanning me for too long. I didn’t stop walking.

He made it difficult to think which was bad, very bad. "I think No Boundaries Bobby would be a better match," I muttered, referring to Quinn and Ace's earlier conversation. "That's so good," Quinn rolled her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a smile. "Bobby?" Ace scoffed, "do I look like Bob the fucking builder?" "You can't fix shit," Gunnar mumbled, rolling his eyes while pouring a measure of whiskey for himself.