Max Thompson Jr Novels & Stories

She felt her heart captured Thompson Brown is a man who commands attention with his powerful presence and striking looks. Standing at 6'2" tall, he has a commanding stature that exudes confidence and authority. Thompson has a well-built and athletic physique, a testament to his disciplined lifestyle and dedication to fitness. His chiseled jawline, adorned with a perfectly groomed beard, adds a touch of rugged masculinity to his overall appearance. Thompson's piercing green eyes are intense and captivating, often reflecting his sharp intellect and determination. His dark, neatly styled hair frames his face, adding to his overall allure.

Raising my head, I squinted my eyes as I saw two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen tying Josephine up in chains. Her voice was tremulous, I could hear her heart throbbing loudly from where I stood. "Let her go…" I tried to move my hands but I realized I was tied up in reinforced chains. "Max Berkeley… works at MetapleX… the chief Tech. officer… your resume is impressive." Mr Thwane Clark's voice is hoarse. Looking at him I could only see the devil in a luxury tuxedo. "You know, for a drug dealer, a trafficker of young girls, you sure look pretty." My voice Ortund.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….

jake draws the food tray closer to him as he begins to much on the food like a starved hippo, thompson watches jake from another room from the monitor, he had a cctv i stalled in jake's room just so he could watch him closely he had taken a leave of absence just so he could push forward with his evil agenda, thompson could care less about whatever madrees and crystals he asked about but the order came from above and he wouldn't dare disobey his boss's orders, afterall he was getting paid and had been promised to be paid handsomely if he could complete his tasks without raising suspicions from anyone, afterall he had been provided with everything he needed all he needs to do is sit and watch,

Julius was suddenly at my side, his face a mask of composure, but the tick in his jaw and the unease seeping through the bond told me he was concerned. “Do you want me to come with?” “I need you to run the meeting with Steve and Max about strategy. They’ll be at my office in fifteen minutes, go ahead with that and I’ll mindlink you if we need backup.” Steve and Max were directly below Dean in the chain of command, if anything, it was better if he was with them in the instance we ran into any trouble.

The man on the other end of the phone asked. “Yes,” Max said. “Okay, did that answer your question?” the man asked. “It did. I need to put in a work order.” Max said as he looked at the file. “It is for case number zero-zero-eight-four-five-six.” “Okay. I see it. What is the name your need?” the man asked. “Philip Thompson,” Max said. “That was the parent. He had two daughters. Rita and Samantha.” “Alright, we will get right on that.” The man said, and then he hung up. Whoever made that phone call ten years ago changed Max’s life.

Konstantin men! " Merda! " Maximo swore under his breathe as he recognized his Stalker. He threw his cigarettes into the receptacle container and bolted off to take a quick bath. He knew he should be on his way already but dirt isn't what he could cope with anyway. He is allergy to it so swiftly, Maximo dashed under the shower and take his bath throughly. He emerges minutes later to get dress in a perfect Tshirt and a new jean. He wore one of the comfortable sneakers he could find and a sherling jacket that stop just above his knees. Just as he was done lacing his shoe lace, he received a firm knock on his door.

The thing that got me out of my drooling haze was when she suddenly threw something at the rouge that was making very foul commentaries at her. The thing she threw hit him straight in the mouth and right through his tongue making blood spew out as he tried to get it out, but it seemed futile as it was stuck really good in there, he was probably going to die from blood lost. "Fuck" came from behind me making me chuckle again at Raven. "Fuck in deed my brother", I said to him softly hoping she didn't hear me, now I was starting to see why the guard was almost pissing himself before. Raven stood stock still like he was a statue watching the beauty go and sit down on her bed, she was leisurely p

I wrinkle my nose in disgust, my irritated gaze locking onto Vivian’s serene expression, unfazed by the suffocating atmosphere. "Vivi, who did you say is coming here again? He doesn't even have the decency to be punctual. How is he going to help us?" I growl, unable to mask my irritation. Before she can respond, a elderly, raspy voice cuts through the room. "My apologies, young lad. Traffic, they say, is a bitch," the man announces, his footsteps slow but deliberate. I glance up sharply, and my breath hitches. No way... It’s not just any middle-aged man—it’s Clement Thompson, the ruthless CEO of one of the largest corporations in San Diego. His tailored suit clings to his protruding belly, e