Max X David Novels & Stories

To his right sat Charles Dickson, Max's father—stiff-backed and reserved, and beside him, Martha Dickson, Max's stepmother—impeccably dressed, her smile polite but calculated. Ryder, Max's stepbrother, was already there. He lounged in his chair with the careless confidence of a man accustomed to getting away with too much—CEO by title, arrogance by habit. His eyes flickered towards me the moment I entered, lingering in a way that made my skin prickle. The moment Max noticed, his jaw tightened imperceptibly. David arose slowly when Max and I approached. “So, finally,” David said, his voice carrying authority. “I get to behold my boy after a very long time.”

Max says kindly to David. “It’s quite all right, Alpha Max. I completely understand and agree. He’s been charging at the mind barrier for some time now. It’s tiring, please ask your questions,” David says to Max. This is surreal. I’m looking at and hearing Alpha Charles. Only it’s David talking to us.

Might as well make it noticeable. Max is known as the 'player' of St-Xavier high school and yet most girls still sleep with him hoping that they would be the one changing the bad boy but get their hearts broken in return when they realized the next morning that it was just a one night stand for him. He is a complete and utter jerk. Thank God Max has never spoken to me or even looked at me since seventh grade.

I replied to Jordan and ruffled his hair again before I said goodbye to him. "Alpha Michael, "Jordan called me again and I glance at him with a raised brow. "Hmm?" "I'm not eating vegetables," Jordan said smirking and then he quickly ran back to his room. I just shook my head smiling softly as I walk towards the penthouse. As I was walking near the penthouse, I can't help but frown when I saw Maddox–my beta or second-in-command, pacing back and forth at the door. Maddox is in charge of the pack whenever I'm in a council meeting or I have some errands to do to the neighboring packs. I don't know what's going on with Maddox right now but it feels like something is troubling him looking at his

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

He walks away from me and I cannot help but chase after “You did that on purpose” “Obviously, like I said Ashley, you are mine” “I was his too” Daryl spins around to look at me, anger rolling off of him “You are not Christians” I shake my head “Not Christians. Maddox said the same but after he beat me, a constant reminder”

-=- At this point, Max threw all conventions out the door and kissed Celine passionately in front of her father and everyone present. He knew that his future father-in-law would not approve, but having almost lost all their lives, he was beyond caring. All Max wanted right now was to kiss Celine until they ran out of breath. He could not get enough of her, and until Clara cleared her throat, he was ready to throw caution to the wind.

"Aethel Corp's stock has reached another all-time high. She... has truly become the undisputed queen of the domestic business world." The screen then switched to several recent candid photographs from City-B. In them, little Leo was dressed in his kindergarten uniform, proudly holding a small trophy while flashing a bright smile toward the camera. Standing beside him was Elena, her expression radiating the immeasurable pride of a loving mother. Charlie leaned closer to the screen, studying every detail of his son's face as the boy continued to grow. His heart tightened with an overwhelming longing, forcing him to grip the edge of the wooden table until his knuckles turned white. Yet the pain

I find Maximo at the door, and he is out smoking his famous poison. He is in a black tight shirt that is showing off the muscles and tattoos on his arms. He is so huge that he nearly fills the whole space at the door. Looking at him, I feel pity for the woman they are saying is their soulmate, because how will she handle both men at the same time with their huge dick? All I know is that she probably won’t be able to walk for months. Poor thing. I frown and shake my head. Maximo smirks as if he knows what’s going on in my mind.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.