Max X David Lemon Novels & Stories

I had to even stop at the side of the woods, stay and stare at the place where I got banished from. The woods where Damon rejected me. Where Cassandra smiled, my world was falling apart. My hands shook as I adjusted the slings. Leo stirred slightly and made a tiny growl and I was glad, muttering those words into his ears. “Don’t worry. You will become an Alpha like your father.” His sound was tiny, but it had real Alpha power. Laman did the same a second later. Their voices were tightening my chest with love and fear. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the woods.

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I asked Alpha David. "Iz didn't tell you?" He asked me, shocked. I shook my head no at him. "Well, after Isabelle's mother died, she had horrifying dreams. This is a tonic her mom taught her before she passed. It helps her fall asleep." I was going to ask more questions, but Damian blurted a weird fact out. "Mae doesn't like eggs." He looked at Max panicked. "I know." He sighed, rubbing his hands on his theigh. I quickly walked back over to the fridge and poured Max a similar cup to Damian's and handed it to him. He took a sip, and instantly, there was some sort of relief.

On the day I started the job, the offer letter in my hand told a different story than the one I'd been promised. A million dollars a year had turned into three thousand dollars a month, printed in black and white. I looked up. "This isn't what we agreed on." The HR rep just smiled. "Ease into it first. We'll talk about a raise once you're off probation." I picked up the pen and signed. On the day of the signing ceremony, Mr. Pyatt was riding high. He turned to his assistant. "Has the money from the co-investment funds cleared yet?" I slid the offer letter, the one with "$3,000 a month" printed on it, gently across the table until it sat in the middle. "Mr. Pyatt, that $970,000 you save

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

He at least updated his terminology. “Leo is an old friend to a kid of a family friend. You know my old man’s buddy Hale Shelton?” David started to explain. “Yeah…. I think I remember him. The one with the son you called a dumbass and a set of twin non-binary kids. So what’s going on?” Demitri yawned.

"I know things. Secrets about the Levis. About Alexander. About Dysis." Cormac’s fingers drummed lightly against the glass, a patient rhythm. "Secrets," he murmured. "How quaint." "I'm serious." She leaned forward, ignoring how her body screamed in protest. "I can give you what Max couldn't. I can hand you Alexander Levi on a silver platter." At that, Cormac actually laughed a deep, rich sound that didn’t touch his eyes. "Max was a fool," he said simply. "Impetuous. Emotional. He let a woman and a boy humiliate him into an early grave."

Max nodded eagerly. "Make sure you save some for Sam too. You know how much he likes the toffees." Damom chuckled as Max rummaged in the jar which he just got from his dad, feeling proud that he had managed to clear away his son's troubles for now. Few weeks later:- "Why does it always have to be our boys?" Damon muttered as he opened Madden villa foor. "Just once, I'd like to be able to drop them both off someplace for the afternoon without getting an emergency message saying that they've gotten into trouble again."

Max cracked his knuckles as he clasped his hands together and stretched. It was easy to get into the manager’s computer. He had the lamest password in the world, and it was easy to guess, so Max could see what the guy was doing right away. First, Max had his computer screen flickering like it was losing power. He thought the guy was just a prick, so he was thinking of going easy on him, but as he delved deep into his computer applications, he found something that curdled his blood. There was a screen that was dedicated solely to Celine. The f*cker had a hidden camera on nearly all of his staff’s desks. That was why he could tell what she was doing.

“I will not run any longer. If these scars of the past are his doing, then I shall face him. I will prove the truth.” --- In a darkened room with a great wooden table, Maximillian Levine sat calmly. A lit cigar rested in his hand, smoke curling into the air. Before him stood Antonio Russo, the hired mafioso who had long served as his right hand. “David is beginning to falter,” Maximillian said with satisfaction. “Leo has played his card. And Olivia… she will soon discover the truth. Good. Let her know, let her suffer more deeply.” Antonio bowed his head.