Max & Ruby: Ruby Novels & Stories

Jasper I caught Ruby before her body could hit the ground. Ruby looked pale, and I did not know what to do. "Is everything alright with your mate?" Maxwell asked, and I was confused, trying to wake her up. "She didn't sleep well, and we spent most of the morning packing. She must be exhausted," I said, not knowing what to do. Maxwell opened his fridge and took out a bottle of cold water. He poured it over Ruby's face, and she woke up. I held her to my chest, thanking the moon that she woke up. I was afraid and confused.

"He just left." "Okay..." Because her tears were making no sense. Unless he…? "Did he dip and split? That ass. Jesus, babe, I'm so - " "Max asked me to be his girl, and I said yes," Ruby rushed out, interrupting me. For a second, I pulled the phone from my face and counted to ten. As much as I loved my friend, she had the tendency to overreact. To make a crater out of an ant hill. "You still there?" It was distant, but I heard it.

Ruby suits me just fine. After what feels like ages, I get immersed in work. People start requesting wine deliveries. I go back and forth from my office to the placement of the jars and supervising the employees. I still earn those same pitiful looks, and it won't excuse the fact that people are still going to talk to me about Ruby leaving me at the altar. Right now, my focus is on how to make the work faster and more productive. Max asks, wanting to know more about the story of Ruby leaving me at the altar. I have to give him a response to avoid his pestering.

“What again?” He froze like a guilty puppy. “Umm… Kaelin, I need a little cash and I was wondering if… I…” “Max.” I cut him off before he could waste my oxygen. “I’ll wire you whatever you want later.” His face brightened instantly, and he grinned like I’d just proposed to him. I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. “You should break up with me and start dating him instead,” Ruby said as she suddenly appeared and wrapped me in a quick hug before sitting down.

Max asked me that question because it was our time to apply for college, as we had recently just graduated from High School. Max: Rubster? Are you dead? Give me a treat tomorrow and then die. Rubber! Ruby. Rubbery. Robbery. I replied instantly. Ruby: Dummy, I ain't dead, yet! I went hiking with Pearl today. There's no network in the hilly areas. You know that, right? Max: How would I know when you weren't even replying? Anyways, answer my question. Ruby: I'm applying for the University of Manitoba. It's literally near my home.

He almost roared, "There's no trace of my blood in you, you're the offspring of that slut Ruby, born from her affair with another man!" Bringing up this topic, Max seemed to reach his boiling point. His neck veins protruded, displaying extreme anger. His eyes bore into John intensely, as if trying to bore a hole through him. "I've been too lenient... I should've made you disappear from this world when you were born!! You damn it! You're simply damned!" Max's eyes were bloodshot. His hatred surged, almost drowning the man in front of him. "Ruby... that ungrateful slut... I treated her so well, gave her everything, but... but she still betrayed me and had this bastard child with another man!"

I said, not reading too much meaning into it. “What about Anaya?” I asked, as I hadn’t seen my baby around. “Well, you stayed out too late so I had to put her to sleep,” Ruby explained. “Oh thank you Ruby, for always…” “You don’t need to thank me. Just keep bringing juicy gist for me,” she stated dramatically. “What are you guys talking about?” Max came into the kitchen. I looked at Ruby with a frown. Why didn’t she tell me he was around? “Well don’t blame me,” she stated. “I thought he had gone too.”

“Maximum will speak to you directly in a moment. The room is clean for approximately eleven minutes. After that the probability of external detection rises.” He left through the far door. Ruby remained standing. Sitting would have implied a safety she did not feel. The phone in her coat vibrated. She answered on the first pulse. Maximum’s voice was the same one she had heard at Fulton and Front, low, exact, free of Kevin’s controlled warmth.