Max Lover Novels & Stories

"From the moment you abandoned me at the wedding, those seven years became a joke. Do you know why my dad never agreed for us to be together, but still allowed us to get married in the end? I told him that I was dying and that my last wish was to marry you. And what did you do?" Jethro froze, trembling. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably as he covered his face and cried out loud. "I'm damned! I'm sorry that I failed you." He knelt before me, looking at me through tears, and slapped himself. "I'm such an idiot! Please, give me one more chance. I'll make it up to you. When you get better, I'll throw you the grandest wedding. Don't leave me." His frantic behavior drew attention from pa

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

Logan could be an asshole sometimes and over-exaggerated a lot but at the same time, he didn't condone insults, especially to his workers. "Okay? What did she say?" "She said I'm a stuck-up asshole..." "Well that's surprisingly accurate," Damon thought "And she said my moustache looks like that of a pornstar from the 80's." Damon almost choked on his coffee. He wanted to laugh so hard but his coffee had come in the way, thankfully. He tried to keep his face straight and treat this as a serious matter.

He let go and we climaxed together. After a few minutes wrapped in each others arms, he put me down. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” he told me as he opened the shower. Once again, cold water poured over us. “I hate you,” I told him. “Geeze I never thought you’d say you hated me before even saying you loved me,” he said cheekily. “Oh Hush! Let’s finish up and get the hell out of here,” I commanded sternly. “Yes ma’am,” he replied. We swiftly dried off and found ourselves back on my cozy bed, snuggled up and idly flipping through television channels.

Louis froze slightly, then coldly replied, "Isn't that dead?" "I have a feeling he's not dead, you see a little bit!" Louis now set his laptop aside, then crossed his arms, and said in a faltering tone: "Sir Alex, how are you going to repay me?" Alex looked at him, his hand slightly clenched, a stream of white light slowly appearing. "All right, all right, don't make a move! This building can't stand your power." Louis waved his hand, his purple eyes flickering slightly. Alex relaxed his fist, and the light immediately disappeared.

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

Alex doesn't like that proverb because to him it's like a curse that's been tied to him since he was born. Alex feels very tired of people who praise him by associating himself with his family. How could he not, Alex was always associated with his surname Maxwell as if he meant nothing without his last name. His father was a Supreme Court judge who was very famous for his assertiveness in giving decisions at court as well as with his intelligence so that everyone in his city had great respect for his father. And his mother is a professor of health who managed to find a breakthrough drug that is very effective and managed to establish the third-largest pharmaceutical company in the country.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.