Max X Chloe Novels & Stories

They belong to the Blue Family, and they aren't here for a divorce—they are here to ensure she never makes it back to the Bishop Group board meeting. Cliffhanger: A tall man in a black suit steps out of the lead SUV. It isn't Xavier. It’s Maxwell Blue, looking perfectly healthy and holding a bouquet of white lilies—the flowers of death. "Good morning, Chloe. I heard you were looking for a reason to stay married. I’ve decided to give you one... or a funeral. Your choice." One Relevant Follow-up Question: Should the next chapter focus on Chloe’s high-stakes confrontation with Maxwell Blue at the Bureau entrance, or Xavier Grayson’s sudden arrival to "protect" the woman he is about to divorce?

Max asked me. I shrugged in response. I was going to walk to get out of there but Max's mom appeared in front of me with a shocked expression. "Nish, is what you said true? About a last will of my son. ”She looked at me with pleading eyes. "What did he really hear?" I wanted to know doubtful. "That Davis would have to give up being captain for Theo to be, is what Max would have wanted. Why Theo?" "The thing is, Max did something embarrassing for Theo once and him being a captain would be a good way to make up for 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.

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.”

I stroke his face. I can't help but smile as his face completely relaxes. He lets out a heavy purr like a cat. Giggling, I let him lick my face 'Stop Chaos,' I say, and playfully push his snout away. I look over at Nathan, who has the biggest grin. 'You know I have never in my twenty-three years of knowing Alpha Maximus ever seen this side of Chaos,’ he says in disbelief and happiness. 'Really? Chaos is really cute and adorable, though,' I say, rubbing my nose against his wet snout.