Max X Charles Novels & Stories

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."

"Please, sit down, before you fall down." Michael guides her into the chair where, still chafing, she sits. Retrieving the file, I pull up an image of Charles Jenkins on my screen, then spin the laptop so she can see. Taken from an old newspaper cutting of the time, nothing better being available, it's not a good picture, Nonetheless, Charlotte clearly recognises him. Already pale, she grows pallid as she looks at it. Michael peers in close, examining the shot. "That him?" She nods, biting her lip, her eyes flashing to mine.

Serena turned back toward Alexandro, who had already begun walking toward the courtyard. The chariot was ready—sleek and dark, with two strong black horses pawing eagerly at the ground. A few attendants stood nearby, finishing the final loading of provisions and light luggage. Serena climbed inside the carriage and settled onto the plush seat. A moment later, Alexandro joined her, sliding in across from her. His expression was different today—lighter. Almost excited, though in his stoic way. “You look like you’re in a good mood,” she said softly as the chariot began to move.

Then looking away, Max answered, absentmindedly. Hearing Max’s words, Eliana was furious and wanted to leave right away. However, Charles stopped her. “I believe it is a good idea!” Charlotte said. “No! I’m not going to be a brand ambassador for instant noodles.” “To be honest, you only need to advertise it. You are currently not qualified to be our brand ambassador.” Max said although he knew Eliana would be even more upset when hearing what he said. Just as Eliana was going to lose it, Charlotte immediately covered her mouth with her hand, exclaiming, “That’s perfect. When will be signing the contract?”

Jasper said. "What's our position with him?" I asked. "I haven't met him yet, his name's Charles Maxwell," he said. "Any relation to Colin Maxwell?" I asked him. "I believe they're cousins, do you know him?" he asked. "This is just fucking great," I said as I checked my watch. "Look there are plenty of other hotels we could buy," Jasper said as he looked at me. "Not with a central location for dragonkin like this one," I said and stood up as Charles Maxwell headed over to our table.

" Yes. Well Papa has many clothes. It's there in his wardrobe. If you want some, Ma will surely give them to you " Maximo nodded gently at this. He headed towards the door but then suddenly stop to say this. " Don't have any lustful thought about me Arlene. Can we be siblings? That's the best I could offer you. I'm sorry about this evening. I was carried away by my emotions, that's all " Maximo walks out to meet Ma'am Eda without waiting for the lady's words. He is the Italian Mafia Boss but now a simple man who lives in the heart of Texas.

Charles thought that this is the least he can do to lessen his son's anxiousness towards girl. Charles felt that he is seeing a new side of his son the moment Max met Seolurrie for the first time. 'Max never pays attention to anyone other than to us, his family, the Organization President and Amos.' Charles thought. "Let's go. I'll accompany you." "Okay."

I asked. She sighed and a soft smile flashed over her face, "Do you know?" Her second hand rested against my cheek. "I attended Max's moon ceremony with him," I said. Mom nodded and her gaze turned to Charles. His face folded into a mask of wrinkles, "Can you act a little humanly around me? I can't hear your conversation in your head." I asked them. "Are you accepting us?" Charles asked what was his biggest problem these days. My option!

Max could feel the waves of anger emanating from Charlene, as if piercing through the phone. “Should I... go after her?” “Don't. Get back to the pack now, Max. I don't want you in danger because of Alpha Dexter. What would I do if you were in danger?” Max was touched. “Luna, thank you for your concern.” The connection was cut. In her luxurious room, Charlene slammed her phone onto the bed. Her face was red, her breathing rapid. She kicked whatever was around her, cursing Max, whom she condemned as a useless and weak man.

The next day. After Tiger, who had gotten drunk, woke up, he washed up and shaved before leaving. “Tiger!” Charles shouted. Tiger frowned and sized him up. “Who are you?” “I… I am Mr. Maxwell’s driver, Charles Leonard,” Charles said cheerily. “You look much more energetic today than you did last night.” Tiger nodded. “Are you from the camp?” “What camp? I’m not from the army. I used to race cars.