Max Thompson Jr Novels & Stories

Another reminder that most of these kids didn’t take sports psychology seriously. At twenty-nine, I was supposed to be building a respected private practice. Instead, I was drowning in my husband’s gambling debts, working this underpaid second job at the university just to keep the lights on. Mark and I had fought again this morning… another screaming match over money, over his promises that never materialized, over the slow death of our marriage. I was exhausted. Hollowed out. But I still had one more appointment on the schedule. Jax Thompson. Star linebacker. Mandatory session after a string of on-field incidents the coach wanted “handled.”

Mrs Thompson said, "If you well... if you don't, I'm very sure Andrew has more than that to spare. With a little mother-and-son talk, he would be willing to spare a lot, well I mean to spare a bit, and if you don't, I will make a video, upload it, telling people - oh, I mean the whole world - how cruel the Thompsons are. They got my bride-to-be pregnant, want to cancel her engagement to me, and marry her. That will make a great story, right? And I'm sure the press will be all over your place. My family would also want to sue you for taking something that belongs to the Smiths."George replied, smiling,

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.

I muttered impatiently. "Yeah, Thomas." "Meet me at Thompson's. Hera is there, and Dale is in cahoots with Valir. He's the one causing all the chaos with the shops and the attempted kidnapping." "Valir? Wasn't he your stepbrother for a brief period?" Gelo inquired. "Yeah, and now he's got a vendetta against me." "I'll bring backup," Gelo hung up as I arrived at the Thompson estate. The gates were open, Hera's car parked inside.

Maybe that was what life was: a series of imperfect steps that somehow arrived at the right destination. Behind him, he heard the sound of soft footsteps. It was Jina, his daughter-in-law, holding his grandson in her arms. She didn’t say anything at first, just stood beside him in the cool twilight air. The child cooed softly, reaching out to the sea like it spoke to him. “You did the best you could,” Jina said gently, placing her free hand on his arm. “And look where we are now.” He nodded slowly, swallowing the emotion tightening his throat. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I only wanted them to be safe.”

The last few hours have been quiet, bar the occasional click of a keyboard, or a murmured conversation as we scan through hours of CCTV footage. I get up and answer the door, and see my three best techs waiting on the doorstep. Thank goodness. “Thompson,” I almost sigh as I open the door. Thompson was at the academy with me. We came up together, and although he’s a year or two younger than I am, he’s experienced, reliable, level headed, and an absolute tech wizard. He leads the tech division and I’m glad Blake sent him. His number two, Smith, and his newest protégé, Michelson, are holding massive bags in each hand.

BLACK CHAUFFEUR FUCKS RUDE BILLIONAIRE 1 My name is Marcus "Marc" Thompson. Thirty-one, born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia—black, built like I still hit the weights every morning before shift (because I do), six-three, two-twenty pounds of muscle that fills out the black chauffeur uniform like it was tailored for a runway instead of a Rolls-Royce.

I do not want him to know and treat me as one of his numerous partners and throw me away. Mr. X (online) — Bonne Dame du Matin (Good morning, ma'am). Thalia (online) — Good morning. I have news for you. Mr. X (online) — Talk. Thalia (online) — Tomorrow wins my VIP pass, and I decided not to renew it. It was good while it lasted, but I think I better leave the game… for good. Mr. X (online) — Why? Thalia (online) — Why doesn’t it make sense anymore… Not to mention that I would not have more time to play, because my college classes will come back, and I want to dedicate myself 100% to classes. No distractions…

Mike stepped on the gas. “Shit, damn it Jensen don’t you dare fucking die on us.” I heard Trevor say. “Jacob, he’s not breathing. Move him straight so I can start CPR.” I turned back, but Jacob was now blocking my view. We pulled into the hospital ER loading and unloading area. Mike jumped out and ran in as I flew open my door and then opened the back door. I saw Jensen’s lifeless body as Trevor was pumping on his chest. No, no, no I thought and tried to keep it together.

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.