Max Level Novels & Stories

“You are brave. I admire your loyalty to your coven. But your time is up.” He nodded, and I heard the sound of chains. I looked over, and saw two attendants hoist a huge cauldron. With each pull, they raised it several feet in the air. When it was high, about 15 feet off the ground, they swung it over, so that it was directly over my head.

“What did I say the last time?” Everybody went still. He marched over, looking pissed. “You wanna tear my arcade up again?” “No, sir,” a few of us muttered. Mr. Connor looked between both groups and pointed a thick finger at us. “Then quit acting stupid.” Nobody said a word. He narrowed his eyes. “If I see one shove, y'all are banned from here. I'm not joking. This is your last warning.” “Yes, sir,” we all said. Mr. Connor gave us one last warning look before walking back toward the counter. Nobody moved or said a thing for a long second.

“Completely and utterly ours.” Luke’s body convulsed around Kael’s cock, his throat spasming around Elias’s, as he felt himself nearing another climax. The pressure, the fullness, the sheer overwhelming sensation was too much. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as his body seized, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over him. He came again, a desperate, shuddering release, his cum erupting into Elias’s mouth, who swallowed it all.

I grab his ass and push him back down. “We haven’t had sex in over a week. You’re finishing.” He blinks. “No pressure or anything.” “I’ll waive my multiple orgasm rule.” He slowly circles his hips. “It’s a rule?” “Mmm-hmm.” I close my eyes, trying hard not to think about the look of horror on Dean’s face. The door is closed but not locked. Though it’s not like he’s going to come back in. Archer nuzzles his face against my neck. He thrusts in hard and fast, and it only takes a minute to forget about Dean. Well, until Archer tells me to keep it quiet because we’re not alone in the house anymore.

That was the first time we talked about something different from money" "That was cause you took him out that day nah. I think you should try that with him once in a while. Once he's 17 and above ,he wouldn't want to have such conversations with you anymore. And if you don't build that relationship now,it's over....and besides it's in the blood. Your dad had wives and you have Tiana and Aisha"

"I just left her with Mark and Matt. She ate with Eli and me in my office, and I have to say, she looks very happy...” “So?” I replied gruffly. “That according to what she could tell me while we were alone,” she began to say sitting on my desk and opening her hands between them before me “You have at least about 8 inches to keep her happy, content and satisfied... And without being able to sit up straight for long time.” My jaw dropped at what that woman told me. “But what the fuck?” I exclaimed getting up. "Relax, Alex.” She looked at me quizzically. "Your 8’s don't compete with my Mark's 10’s."

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

Greg stared at her, amused, and she giggled with embarrassment. "This is probably the best burger I've had the privilege of eating. We should get these more often," Marianne said. "Anything for you, dear. Try the milkshake; they said it's the most ordered milkshake in town," Greg handed it to her, and she took a big sip, falling in love with it immediately. "Oh my goodness, I see why it's the most ordered milkshake. Thank you so much for getting me this meal, honey; you're the best."

Waking up to the annoying sound of my alarm, I turned it off. Can't believe it is Monday already, it's my first day. I will be working as the personal assistant to the CEO of Rutherford oil and gas petroleum limited. I am excited and upset at the same time. I am excited because I have a job and upset because I have to wake up so early now. Working with my dad has made me lazy.

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit