Max Thompson Jr Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

DeeDee greeted. “You said that you have new drugs that could help my grandmother's illness?” “Well, it’s not a drug, but a, ‘he,” “What’s going on? What are you saying? Who…?” Nervously turning around to where his ears detected the sound of footsteps, DeeDee frowned at the sight of Elijah and Scorpio, and he looked back at the Oldman with a look of betrayal in his eyes, “What did you do?” “He said that he can send Mariana out of the country for treatment, and he just wanted to help you... He’s a Maxwell, so I believe his words because he has the money to do so,” Mr. Thompson said apologetically.

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 say trying to keep my expression neutral. “Think about it?! You’re joking, right? Max, you lost a lot of 53 pack members today, of which 47 were warriors. That’s a huge loss even for you. Alpha Damon will come back, you know it. Hell, you’re the one that figured out his game plan. Now you want to stay here like a sitting duck. I know you must want revenge for your family but think about your pack” Colton claps back.

She recognized the others in the same row; The Vice Mayor turned Mayor since Tony Cash's suspension, the city engineer, and one well-known cardiologist in Swaxon. Soon, Charlotte saw two good-looking individuals entering the venue. There was a young man following behind them too. Everyone turned in their direction, and Charlotte could tell they were the Thompsons. Evan Thompson was the CEO of The Thompson Group of Companies. He was tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. His beard extended slightly along his chin, creating a frame that highlighted his strong jawlines and well-defined face. Although he showed signs of gray hair, he still looked very impressive.