Max X Charles Novels & Stories

- the next words end my bait: — I’m already desperate, because I have no one who can help me. —Of course I can help you. - answers Charles most solicitously and confirming my suspicions: He is a prince who does not refuse to help a helpless maiden. — What do you need? —Many things.–I say. So I decide to make a risky move. I know he can refuse, but I’m really desperate... to see him:—Wouldn’t it be possible for us to meet in person? I think it would be better even to show how the project would be... What do you think? When is it available?

As we lay in bed, Maximum suddenly pulled me into his arms, sniffed me deeply, and asked softly, “I hope you trust me, Lana.” My face changed instantly, and my heart fluttered. I forced a smile and replied, “I trust you.” He hesitated for a moment, then buried his head in the crook of my neck. I kissed his hair and gently rubbed his back. “Don’t be fooled by Charles’ emotional display,” Maximum warned me. “Everything he does is learned from his mother. He’s just a child, but he’s very clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. You should understand that his mother is a master actress—things are not as simple as they seem.”

He meant that Maxwell was not welcome. Maxwell puffed up with anger, "Who said I needed you to look after me? Hmph, can't I just miss my granddaughter-in-law and my great-grandkids?" He snorted, making it clear he didn't think much of Charles. "You actually believe I'm here for you." Charles lifted an eyebrow, "I sure hope not!" "Humph!" Maxwell ignored Charles and turned on the TV to watch a show about rich families fighting. Charles peeked at the TV and could not help but make a face. "Let's watch something else."

Charity nodded. Max immediately made the payment and left in the outfit. “Charity, I’m quite good-looking actually.” Max walked beside her and flashed a row of white teeth at her. “Although I’m not as handsome as Chester, I have prominent features and a sturdy physique. My eyes are big too.” “What are you trying to say?” Charity stopped in her tracks and looked into his eyes. Max’s lips twitched. He had thought about many things during his journey back to the country. However, at the sight of those pair of eyes, he suddenly became timid.

“If he wants to partner with your dad, why is he coming to you instead of directly approaching him? He knows your father’s reputation—brilliant, shrewd, not easily fooled.” Charles nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You’re not wrong.” He stood, heading toward his bedroom. “I’ll get ready for the meeting. I’m starting to think Maxwell might be trying to use me to get to my dad.” As Charles disappeared into his room to change, Charlotte sat back on the couch, her thoughts racing. *How did I end up in the middle of this?*

She pulled her phone out of her pocket with the resolve that the sooner she got started the better. He had a rather minimal Wikipedia page. Brayden Charles Maxwell. “Charles is his middle name,” She told Dino. Born January 8, 1993 to Grant and Faith Maxwell, the second of three sons. “He’s four years older…” Meredith kept reading. She read that his mother was in an accident when he was sixteen and died not too long afterwards in the hospital. There wasn’t much more on that. It seemed to be very vague with the information that was disclosed. “Ah, here we are. Net worth… 5.7 billion…” Meredith gasped and slowly closed her eyes then opened them again to see if the screen would tell her it had m

"You'll be assisting me in my study directly after breakfast." Iris looked at me with a sympathetic grimace. "Bummer. He's making you work on your visit." "It's fine," I lied, my heart beating frantically against my ribs. "I don't mind." Charles stood up, towering over the table. He didn't look back at me as he tucked his phone into his pocket and turned toward the hallway leading to his office. "Ten minutes, Reina," he said over his shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting.”

But here I was, knocked flat all over again. In my last life, I truly believed Maxwell Vaughan and I were cut from the same cloth. Perhaps we weren't soulmates, but I thought we'd grow old side by side. However, he'd been working against me behind my back right up until the day I died. When Charlie found out, he beat Maxwell bloody at my funeral, just like their family tradition dictated. He ignored the protests from his parents, Ben Vaughan and Laurie Turner. That was the moment I let myself believe his feelings for me had been real.

Margaux persisted in her efforts to win Charles' sympathy and attention. All she desired was one night with him, and that would be sufficient to fulfill her plan with him. Charles Adam was a highly successful figure in the film and entertainment industry. At the young age of 25, he was already a superstar with his own building and the owner of the largest entertainment company in the city. Interestingly, Charles's company produced the first project on which he and Margaux collaborated. Charles is also the heir to the Adam family, next in line after Lord Master Frederick Adam.

“The Garcinos aren't the biggest problem anymore.” Marcos rolled his eyes. “And now you're an expert on that too?” Imran looked directly at him. “You're emotional.” That nearly made me smile. Marco stared at him in disbelief. “What the fuck.did you just say?” “You're reacting instead of thinking,” Imran replied calmly. “That's emotional.” “You little–” “Enough.” My voice cut through the room sharply. Marco stopped immediately, though barely. I looked down at him steadily. “Sit the fuck down.”