Max X Chloe Novels & Stories

Slowly, he broke away from her and looked at her complexion. “Aphrodisiac,” he whispered. Maxine’s heart shank. Does it mean that he needs someone to…! “W-Wait!” Maxine gasped, about to go away but Chandler held her so tight. Although Maxine does not seem to give her body as his salvation, Chandler has no choice. There was a fireball churning in his stomach, as if it is boiling. “Antidote, we need to find antidote instead!” Maxine reasoned out. She can help him with kissing but to give her body, she had to be insane to give her v*riginity!

I go back to her original question. “I’m loose, as you say, because I like penises. Different shapes and sizes.” “Esmerelda!” she shouts. “My name is Max, mom, now please leave, I’ve had enough of you today.” She stands there, glaring at me. I feel bad for making her upset, but I refuse to apologize. She finally walks away, muttering under her breath. “Try to do something nice, like visit your only child and get thrown out in the streets.” “Tell the congregation they would love to hear all about it.”

"Research is fine, selling out your perfect role is fine but Max, I know you're not telling me the full truth. What's going on?" Max's expression changed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of sadness and guilt. "Shane, I... I need to tell you something." My heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over me. "What is it, Max?" Max took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Klaus." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at Max, my eyes wide with shock and heartbreak.

MARK Chloe was asleep beside me as the affairs of the day played out in my mind. I calmly told my wife that it was all fine and that there was nothing to worry about. If only that was the case. The look on Chloe’s face right before she went to get dinner ready was the scariest I’d ever seen her. Because she meant every word she had said. Chloe and I had been through a lot. Had a lot taken from us, so it was no surprise she was willing to crack heads and spill the blood of whoever was going to try to take the happiness we’ve found together, away from us. I would seek divine retribution for anyone who hurts my family…

I moaned out as Alex quickens his pace. "I'm close baby," he moaned. I lifted my hips as his thrusts go deeper and faster. I wrapped my hand around my length, stroking it at the same pace as his as I could feel myself nearing climax. "Oh, fuck, Alex. This feels so good. I'm so close." "Cum with me baby," He mumbled against my lips. Our moans were getting louder and louder until I came all over my chest. I could feel Alex fill me up as we climax at the same time. Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests.

” With a scowl on her face, she turned about to leave when Aiden pulled her back roughly hitting her head on the wall. Chloe held her forehead in pain, but he cared less about this, “Make sure Zach works with this deal." Chloe was still unable to even give the right response, she is the type that suffers from severe migraine, and the impact has made it back, she doesn’t even drink because of this. Aiden places the file in her chest and uses the other hand to hold the file up to her chest. “If I were you I wouldn’t think twice before doing this, remember there is evidence of what happened that night…’ he reminded her, and walked out.

"So I've heard. Our pack doesn't really have connections with that pack. Alpha Tate had only been there that day to meet him since he's a fairly new alpha- only been in for two years." "That's smart. When his daughter, Jamie, becomes alpha this pack with really not want to have ties with them. She's the biggest slut on the planet as far as I'm concerned," I said seriously, taking a sip of my beverage. Cleo chuckled. "I'm sure. Most Alpha kids are, I mean look at Tate," she blurted out. I know I should've been upset but I had already known that, although it did sting. As if just realizing what she said, Cleo's eyes went wide. "Shit Channing I'm sorry I-"

The penthouse was on the Duomo side higher than Vane’s, which meant Liora had money Vane didn’t have, or the kind of old money that didn’t bother counting. Nyx sat in a white room with big windows and tried not to think about falling. Liora was late. Exactly twelve minutes late, which was calculated, not accidental. When she arrived, she was wearing Chanel. Not the obvious kind the kind that whispered instead of screamed. Her hair was silver, her eyes were Vane’s eyes except meaner, and she smiled like a shark that had learned to use a fork.

Chloe's POV "What the fuck are you doing, Chloe?!" my husband exclaimed as I sat on his lap while he fiddled with the laptop in front of him. I just thought of a way to irritate him right now. Axel is taking a break in the office today, but he also spends the entire day staring at his laptop.

She didn't look at Maxwell; she looked at her own reflection in a polished butter knife. “It’s what they do, isn't it?” she mused. “The 'misunderstood' types. They find a woman with a drop of empathy and leech off her until she finally wises up.” “And you are?” Maxwell asked. His voice was flat, his face a mask of practiced boredom. “I’m Chloe,” she said, finally looking at him with a smirk. “And I’ve heard enough about the 'Lexus family shame' to know exactly who you are, sweetheart. You’re a charity case pretending to be something you're not.”