Max Steel Bad Guy Novels & Stories

I knocked on it several times but no one answered. Why is he taking so long? I wondered and tried to listen for any noise behind the monster's door. I turned the door knob and you wouldn't believe it. The door opened. Like really. Who would have thought that the bad boy can be careless like that? Someone could easily murder him or steal his things. But then, who would dare do something to St-Xavier's bad boy? I walked in and looked around. Max was nowhere to be found. Where is he? Yeah, I know. I have walked directly into the dark cave where a certain monster can jump out at any second and kill me right away. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit. But, if you were in my place right now,

Too bad for the criminal element, I used all my pent up energies and frustration hunting their asses. "Let's finish this then if you're happy with the goods, the boss will be waiting." I passed him the case full of money, which he passed off to one of the goons to be checked for authenticity. This shit was nothing like the movies. It took time and planning to be executed just right. These fucks took their business seriously, down to every last detail and they had the money and resources to carry it out. This fuck Mikhail Zubrinsky could buy and sell three third world countries and still be a multi billionaire.

“Good.” He smirks and crosses his arms, my mouth waters at his biceps. He is so strong and masculine. Did Hayden look this hot as a teen? My brother isn’t as skinny as I am but he isn’t bulky. My heart clenches as my thoughts drift to unholy places and I look away. Why can’t he be mine? I don’t know who created the ranking system but they were not fair to me. The poster child should get a reward for being a good girl. I want him to be my reward. I really like him.

She walks past us and kneels to help Silent. "What are you doing," SpeedBlade says. SpeedBlade rushes forward and tries to grab Justice but she slaps his hand again. "Justice, that is Silent. You must be careful." "Yeah," Justice says, "I'll remember that. Meanwhile, help me move him." "What," I say, "Justice, that's Silent. You know, the villain that broke into the OutPost. Our home. Also, the same villain that hired Unstoppable, Lighting Laser, Nitro, and Heavy Metal to steal things to build that giant robot suit. The same giant robot suit that almost destroyed not only us but also the whole city."

The screams outside grew louder. I stared at her numbly. “At me.” “At us,” she corrected gently. The flames around the room darkened suddenly. Turning blue. Then black. The air became colder instantly. And another figure emerged from the shadows behind her. A man dressed in silver armor. Tall. Dark-haired. Eyes filled with grief so deep it physically hurt to look at him. Ethan. Not Ethan. But Ethan. Older. Different. Yet unmistakably him. My breath caught violently.

I ended it there because it’s Evander’s turn to speak. “Sometimes, the hardest battle to fight with, is our dark experiences. Sometimes, the loudest noise that we can hear is the chaos inside our head because we continuously hear those bad voices inside our head and sometimes, the worst villain we can encounter is ourselves. We are all fighting a silent battle – some might be tolerable but some might be severe” he stated. Now it’s my turn again.

shrieking loudly, Max poked the knife on his throbbing throat as a warning before he crazily jerked Herman Malik's head from his grip, "Gentlemen, I thought the reason was cleared when I called you for the meeting. And if it still isn't then let me tell you again, I want nothing but Lucifer Miller." All the men gasped. They held their heads high gaping over Max's face with bewilderment. Their eyes seemingly popped out of their socket listening his words. Was he crazy or have he just lost his mind? All of them were nothing but small businessmen who dealt with small illegal activities, nothing more. And Lucifer Miller, he was the fucking kind of their little dark underworld. Standing against h

Marino queried after locking the door. "Stop shouting." He muttered, licking his bloody lips. "Why wouldn't I shout?! You come back by this time when I know you don't attend parties or do the stuffs that I do, all bloody and weak and you tell me not to shout?!" "It's not that bad." He retorted, his eyes fixed on the panelled ceiling gleaming with the bright lighting. The thugs had only gotten a few hits on his face and back before he escaped. Thank Dio they did not have a gun.

"I do Evans. And I will not hesitate to shove it to your face when you behave like an arrogant brat." I yank my arm away from his grip and limp forward to the entrance of the school building. I sigh in relief when I don't feel any grip on my arm trying to tug me back. Seems like I won this time. The only stain in my perfect academic life is Luke Evans. Tall with messy black hair and ocean blue eyes and sharp cheekbones with an aquilinity of a nose and pink lips that seem to glisten with a touch of Victoria Secret Pink lip gloss, Luke Evans is a walking handsome disaster. His chiseled abs and broad shoulders are just as thick as his lethal reputation as the most notorious badboy of Riverdale

I closed my locker with a soft click, hoping to slip out unnoticed before anyone else could corner me. No such luck. Marcus appeared leaning against the locker next to mine, flashing that polished, confident smile boys like him seemed to practice in mirrors. Up close, he was handsome in a sharp, dangerous way: tall, athletic build, perfectly styled hair, and eyes that promised trouble wrapped in charm.