Max X David Lemon Novels & Stories

Yeah, I’m totally my father’s daughter. Shane chuckles. “I keep forgetting you are a dark soul at heart.” “She’s her father’s daughter, that's for sure.” Max says proudly as he gives me a quick kiss. “I liked it better when you two weren’t all PDA friendly.” Leo comments as he makes a fake gag sound. “Shut up, Leo!” I defend smacking him on the arm. “Do you two ever not pick on one another?” Trey adds as he shakes his head at us.

“Max. Explain. Now.” All eyes turned to Max. My hand trembled in his. Max felt the weight of it all crashing down—the secrets, the half-truths, the fragile balance he had tried to maintain. He looked at me. I looked back at him, fear and disbelief swirling in my eyes—but also trust. A silent please. David leaned heavily on his cane. “If this is a lie,” he said grimly. “Then prove it. Now.” Ryder's smile widened just a fraction.

had mostly meant just one thing. "Yes... yes... yes... Don't stop! God, you're amazing! I love this! Keep going... keep going..." "Liam, I'm giving you a massage, not screwing you!" Maxine laughed. "You couldn't even if you tried. After going through Leon's training, doing anything to me would be necrophilia," Liam joked. Maxine finished the massage and lay down beside him. "You're doing amazing, you know that, right? I'm really proud of you."

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

Dave looked at me and started grinding from hear to hear and I wondered why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Damion said he'd get me the lemon. We finished at the restaurant and left. We stopped at a mall to get some lemons and when Damion handed them over to me I couldn't stop smiling. I would have started eating them right inside the car but he stopped me and said I should until we got home, so a maid could wash and slice them for me.

an Elder stood up abruptly from his seat and slammed his fist on the table in front of him. Judging from his anger and appearance, who looked similar to David, that Elder must be David’s father. He turned toward Max and accused, “Alpha Maximillian, are you going to let your Luna take charge of your company’s affair? This is beyond her rights!” Max sneered and said to David’s father, “It seems you are getting too old now and can’t think clearly.” “How dare you!” David’s father slammed his fist against the table again, and his body began trembling because of his anger. “I am an Elder of the pack!”

“Well, I don’t have to tell you how amazing this city is, Liam. You live here.” Yes, he loved New York, too, but for different reasons. As far as he remembered, he never, in his life, got all excited about fresh fruits, vegetables, or artisanal cheese. Going to the market was not something a future vice president might do. “I may be laughing at you just a little bit, but I’m not complaining. So, Chef Davenport, what’s on the menu?” “Well, let’s start with you calling me Max.” Liam nodded and waited patiently for Maxima’s explanation.

Damian nodded slowly. “I hear you.” Max leaned back, smirk returning. “But tonight, we’re not doing detective work. We’re celebrating forty million freaking dollars. And bro, I refuse to let Selene ruin my whiskey.” Damian laughed harder this time real, relieving. “You’re insane.” “No, I’m loyal,” Max corrected. “Now drink your drink before it evaporates.” Damian lifted his glass. “To forty million.” Max clinked his glass against his again. “And to clarity whichever direction it comes from.”

"Nothing major. He probably won't even bruise... much." "Besides," Leo added, "he deserves it for all those missed birthdays." They set their trap carefully, just a tiny puddle of oil near the kitchen doorway, almost invisible unless you knew to look for it. James positioned himself to record the whole thing on his phone. Leo bounced back to the living room, unleashing another barrage of questions at Max. "Have you ever been to space? Why not? Don't rich people go to space now? Would you go to space without telling us too?"

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.