Max Monroe Books Novels & Stories

“Enough about me. How was your night?!” “Oh, my goddess,” Mindy gushes. “Max and Monroe are gods in bed. I can barely walk this morning. The things they can do with their tongues … holy shit, I can’t wait for them to get back here and do it all again. I’m pretty sure I’ll be pregnant in no time.” “Are they…good, though?” I ask cautiously. “Beyond the sexy times portion of things?” I feel Mindy’s smile before she speaks. Best friends are like that sometimes.

He came out slowly from the bathroom, and caught the stranger trying to take the book which was on top Maxmillian's bed. "Who are you?" Maxmillian asked. He's thunderous voice filled the air. He's eyes turned red immediately, he walked closer to the stranger who tried to escape through the window he came in from. The man was shivering in fear at the sound of Maxmillian's voice. He had never seen such a man before. "Alexander Monroe sent me." The man replied, dropping the book on the floor. Maxmillian became shocked, he watched the man shiver in fear. He got closer and picked up the book which the strange man had dropped.

As long as she leaves my man alone. “Right? She told me all about it on the long overnight phone calls and meetings that I had with her. I feel like I could write her life story at this point.” Monroe laughs. “Speaking of life stories, what can you tell me about these two bruting studs that have to keep you safe?” Monroe points over our shoulders and smiles to Paulie and Max. I laugh as she waves and they remain stoic. I do however see a glimmer in one of the guys. I won’t say which one.

She was Alaric’s nanny, according to Elder Cadel, and a trustworthy friend of his. ‘’These are the books you requested, Miss Monroe.’’ The librarian places a stack of thick books on the table I was unpacking my laptop and some documents. ‘’Thank you.’’ I smile gratefully as she leaves me alone. ‘I wonder if they’ll be a bit different from the ones I read in the past.’ I take the topmost book on the stack and caress the cover with a sophisticated yet ancient impression. I have always had an interest in reading books, especially the history of werewolves and humans.

Something in his voice made Mona look up sharply, but he changed the subject before she could ask more questions. "Tomorrow we start advanced lessons," he said, turning back to her. "How to make someone feel small without saying a word. How to destroy a reputation with a single rumor. How to make the mighty fall." Mona nodded, but her mind was still on his words about the Caldwells. What weren't you telling her? That night, unable to sleep, she wandered the mansion's halls. The place was huge, full of secrets and shadows. Like its owner. She found herself in the library, drawn to the business section. Books on corporate takeovers, psychological warfare, power dynamics. Alexander's tools of d

I have two new books on the app, and I am certain you all are going to enjoy it. A beautiful story between, Dante and Elena. “Dangerous affairs with my professor, and “All shades of Maximo.” Mafia lord Maximo and his sugar girl Amelia. A fine story you all wouldn't want to miss on. I hope you all join me while I work through the beautiful journey of those two pieces, up there, Grab your popcorn and enjoy every bit of the ride. Your votes and comments would be highly appreciated fam. Love you all.

I don't care if you both are destined to be together, you won't have anything to do with her, " the woman said, leaving the room. "I am Finn Nightshade, Alpha of Moonfield Pack. '' my handsome saviour introduced himself, stretching out his hands for a handshake. I was certain that I knew about this Pack, it was rumoured to be the most powerful and peaceful pack. "I am Elara Anderson, " I said. "Of which pack?" I heard Finn ask. "I am from the Shadowfang pack, " I said. "So you have a pack but why do you smell like a rogue? " he asked.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.