Max X Charles Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry about your team losing.” Maxwell chuckled. Unlike their first meeting at the pool party, Charlie could now see his face clearly. He had a clean-shaven look, short hair, hazel eyes, and a lean build. Compared to Taylor, he was thinner and slightly shorter, but she had to admit—he was attractive. “It’s okay. I’m used to losing to Taylor. I just wish we had more talent in our college,” Maxwell said. “Oh, these are my friends—Mia, Frank, and Dawn,” Charlie introduced.

“She gave four answers. None of them painless.” Charles’s fist tightened at his side. “We are not taking the fourth. We are not taking any option that costs you your memories. You hear me clearly, Anne. I refuse it.” His voice cracked on the word refuse. It held fear, not anger. A fear so deep it curled around my ribs like wire. I stepped back, needing space to breathe. “Charles, do not decide for me. You are not the only one who loves someone here.” The room fell still.

CHARLIE * * It's been very dark for me these past couple weeks. I haven't left the best house. I cut off all forms of communication from everyone. And I honestly don't think anyone has tried reaching out because if they did they would have found me a long time ago. I hate the life I'm living. Not even that... I hate living. I have everything I'll ever want but I can't have the one thing I want. A choice. I know I've hurt Mason real bad, I know I have and I'm never getting him back and that hurts me so much.

I almost laughed out loud at Charmaine's utterly self-righteous attitude. "Are you out of your mind? I stayed up countless nights working on this project proposal and revised it countless times before it was finalized. Why on earth should Maxim's name go on it? He's just an intern." Charmaine huffed dismissively. "You're used to pulling all-nighters anyway. It's not like it's that hard for you. Max desperately needs an achievement to get converted to permanent staff, and this is the perfect opportunity."

“Miss Garrison, did Charlene introduce you to her date that evening.” “She must have done but I don’t remember.” My eyes flashed and my mind raced. I knew exactly where Gideon was going to take this but there was no stopping it. “Miss Garrison, can you tell this court what you told Charlene that evening?” “I don’t know. It was months ago. I didn’t know many people that well. I can’t remember those conversations.” “Charlene remembers you talking about being broken into back home and how it excited you.” “That’s a lie!”

No, it wasn’t him. Though he shared a silhouette with Cameron, his eyes were different. This person was much more ruthless and sinister. “Who are you?” I asked shakily. “I’m Cameron’s brother, Stuart.” The man pulled down his mask, revealing a face with a striking resemblance to Cameron’s. Only, he had horrifying jagged scars across his face. His malice level was 5,000. “My brother has gone missing.” Stuart took out a blade and fiddled with it between his fingers.

Escort Services by Alex Smith I twirled the card in my hand and contemplated saving the number or not. I decided to save a number, just in case, before throwing out the calling card. I saved the contact with the name Alex Smith before shoving the phone in my pocket. I dropped myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

I huffed, and could see his eyes flicker in shock, but he had no power to decline as he was being controlled by my dark magic spell. Right there, he pierced his sharp wolf claws into his chest, howling in extreme pain as he tore open his chest, reaching out to his heart, but couldn't go further before falling dead instantly. "Clean this place!" I ordered with a wave of my hand and the slaves ran in with their cleaning materials. My name is Xavier, and I am the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, the greatest pack of all. No one dares me because it would cost their entire pack. My pack was above every other pack in America because I was their leader, but I'm getting old by the day.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."