Max Steel Molly Mcgrath Novels & Stories

My solo interval cardio training is about to start when I feel someone watching me. My brows narrow as I stop midway through setting up the drills and look around. Indeed, I see a woman at the doorway approaching me. She’s tall with lean muscles and a confident stride. She’s wearing training shorts and a cropped top, showcasing a few of her battle scars that prove her belonging and strength. I have heard whispers about her. She’s Maddox. According to hearsay, she’s the strongest female warrior in this pack. Like me, she’s a divorcée and a survivor of scrutiny.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

When I want something I get it no matter how long or hard I have to fight for it. The door to the house loudly shuts forcing my attention away from the fridge and of course, it's Molly. It's clear she's only now getting back from her run, she's got on body-hugging leggings with a sports top and loose vest over the top. her hair is in two French braids and she's got a thick slick layer of sweat covering her body and it's a sight that goes straight to places that it shouldn't. Fuck is she trying to kill me?

Maxwell acted as if he didn't see it, dragging me out like a dead dog. "Natalie, you're never going to stop, are you? You've put on this whole show, but in the end, nothing actually happened to you. If you think clinging on to this act is going to get you out of what you did to Karina, you're too naive!" Maxwell scoffed at me. Just then, Molly rushed back after finally securing a bed in the ICU for me. Seeing the scene before her, she looked like she wanted to kill someone. "Maxwell! Are you trying to kill your own wife over some homewrecker? She's bleeding again. Are you blind?"

She watches the convoy pull out: two trucks, four people, Pete riding point, clearly having found exactly one useful thread from his previous life and is now pulling on it with both hands. Then she goes to find Molly. Unsurprisingly, Molly is already on the flatbed. The rest of the base is still finishing breakfast, arguing over oats, and committing minor crimes against spoon allocation. Molly is running pre-lift checks on the crane with focused calm. She is fifty-three, compact, weathered, and wearing a canvas hat that looks like it has outlived three governments and one bad marriage. No greeting. Maya respects this immediately. Carol stands at the base of the flatbed, watching. Not supervi

she answered flatly. His jaw clenched. “When will she wake up?” Drake raised a brow at her. “I don’t know yet, Alpha. . .” Millie answered. “She needs to regain her strength and heal her bruises.” Drake glances at Emily, sleeping in the bed, before turning his eyes to Millie. “Wake her up,” he ordered coldly. “I will fucking torture her for disobeying my rules. She will regret escaping!” He dangerously said. Millie gritted her teeth secretly. “I don’t have the power to heal her that fast, Alpha. I’m just a doctor with a stethoscope, not a supernatural healer,” she answered; annoyance was visible in her voice.

he finally said, “Angie’s got Scottie. Let’s go get a cup of shitty hospital coffee.” How easy it was to be back in his company. Too easy. In fact, it put me on alert, how natural it felt to walk in step beside him, with his loping gate that belied an old injury to his left knee. He’d fallen off his bike once, went skidding across an intersection, and his slight limp was all that remained of that incident. I’d been there, in the same hospital, when he’d come out of surgery, bleary and good-humored. He had taken my hand, and the heart monitor had picked up its pace when he touched me. “That machine,” he’d slurred, “is telling you how much I love you.” He’d been 18 then, three years before he’

She shook her head in Pity and remorse, if only she didn't need this job to sustain herself, she might have helped Bella escape this abusive relationship. Slowly, she cleaned and bandaged Bella's wounds * * * Bella woke up in pain. She groggily looked around her and found a strange woman sitting beside her. " Good morning Mrs Mcoy " " Morning. W..Who are you?" " I am Molly, the personal Nurse assigned to you by your husband. You fell down the stairs yesterday and hit your head. Unfortunalesly, Mr Mcoy had a lot of work to do so he couldn't be here "

I've been training with Rock for weeks. He continues to torture me every day. Trained my hands and feet to keep moving agile. I did not allow him to take a day off at all. He is a ruthless coach. His white beard always kept me out of focus. He really looks like the principal at Hogwarts.

Micaela Elrod Rank- lieutenant Age 26 Ace Duhamel Rank- Sergeant Age 32 Reign Silverstone Rank- lieutenant Age 32 Wyatt Harris Rank- lieutenant Age 30 Logan Grayson Rank- lieutenant Age 29 Malcom Angus Rank- Major General Age 50 PROLOGUE Micaela Elrod can is presumed to be a normal girl by anyone who sees her. She is beautiful with a figure that has men turning their heads whenever she passes. What no one knows is that she is no ordinary girl. She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy.