Max X Charles Novels & Stories

The door was cracked open. He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk. Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

"He picked me specifically? Can't you switch me with someone else?" "No! There is no way that I would be able to do that. You know a lot about the project, and you are to fix them yourself. I have to go offline now, you should solve any problems you have with him, and make sure it doesn't get to affect us." He sent, and then he went offline. I took in a huge sigh, Charles said he wanted to be with me? This was the way he decided to repay me? He is the biggest joke ever. Let's see what would get to happen after now!

When I left our den, Charles thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He believed I'd come crawling back in two days—like always— just to apologize and beg for his attention. But two days passed. And I didn't return. Then he assumed I was waiting for him to beg me. Still, I stayed silent. Only when he realized I had cut off the mind-link and turned off my phone— did panic finally creep into his heart. Desperate, he went to Leo to ask about me. And Leo… was furious. They fought. That's when Charles finally learned the truth—

"I need to speak with Mindy about something. Go clean yourself up. Just look at you." I didn't spare him a glance. Without a word, I followed Madam Mankin toward the inner hall. We were just passing the couch when, for reasons I couldn't begin to understand, Charles suddenly lost it. He shot up from the sofa like something inside him had snapped. In a few long strides, he was beside me, eyes bloodshot and feral, like something wild and cornered. Before Madam Mankin could say anything, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the door.

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger

I laughed at the memory but Charles looked moved. "I don't think I've ever met anyone with such a strong moral compass," he said. "You could be the world's best thief!" I shrugged. "Maybe if my boss fires me it will be my next line of work." Charles laughed and looked up as our meal came. "Listen," he said a moment later, pausing before he cut into his steak. "I'm sorry about the loneliness in your past. And I'm sorry I was sitting right next to you and didn't know."

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

Alexander’s POV Being moved like that made me feel sick, not ill like my body would heal in moments but like my brain had been spinning for hours, that was why my body automatically moved to the floor, trying to regain a sense of reality. Max was angry with Charlie, that much was clear by his black eyes whilst Kayla was enthused to find out Charlie had discovered another gift and kept banging on about how powerful Charlie really is.