Maximum Ride Max Book Novels & Stories

One hand is gripping Max's tightly, the other white knuckling the railing. My heart is beating in my chest so hard I feel like I can't breathe, my chest heavy and constricting not helping. As we take the steps upward I begin to tremble, the thought of yanking my hand free of Max's is overwhelming. I look behind me noticing I'm closer to the top than the bottom. It would be stupid to turn back now, but it doesn't stop me from wanting to. "Almost there, come on Rae," Max encourages. "If you make it to the top I'll reward you with an earth shattering kiss," he says with an ego higher than this damn slide.

“Ride me.” I obeyed, my hips circling with his urging, finding the rhythm he demanded. His hand gripped my waist tighter, guiding my movements. The world spun, blurring at the edges. My vision became a hazy kaleidoscope of dark and light. My chest was heaving, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I felt him accelerate, pushing me faster, deeper into the delicious torment. “C’mon, baby. Let go.” I did. Hard. The release was explosive, tearing through me. My first orgasm ripped through me in waves of white-hot light, overwhelming every sense. I was shaking uncontrollably, every part of me vibrating with pleasure.

I reached for the glass of water, my fingers trembling slightly as I lifted it. I took a slow sip, letting the cool sensation flow down my throat, trying to calm something churning in my chest. Nothing happened. I was fine. I have to be okay. Footsteps approached, followed by Max's excited voice. "I just saw a big eagle!" he exclaims, climbing into his seat and nearly knocking over my glass as he sits down. I’m placing my glass back on the table carefully. "Oh yeah? How big?"

Max shuts the door not turning around and once I am alone, I rest my head against the tiles and mutter my favourite spell these days : Damn it. *** The next evening I am sitting directly on the floor reading some of Max’s books. I never realized he does read a lot. Different things from what I normally like, and most authors are super indie and underground ones. I didn’t hear him when he came in. I didn’t hear him when he came to stand next to me. At some point I just realized he was here, looking down at the book I’ve opened. I snap it quickly shut and look up at him... Max is dressed in an expensive dark suit. He looks nothing like what he looked like only 24 hours ago. How can one person

The Story of Lola and Xion "Order up!" Chef Max calls out from the window as he places the orders on the top counter. I quickly fill glass cups with soda and place them on trays along with napkins, grabbing a few straws, placing them on my apron's pocket and grab the plate with fries and burger. I scurry from one side of the restaurant to the other. This day was a complete chaos. It was so busy today, I just knew I was going to end up pulling over time. I didn't mind. I needed the extra cash to pay rent this upcoming week. But things always end up like this when it's too busy.

“Max?” “Yeah?” “You ever dream of something good? Like—like the opposite of a nightmare?” Max thought for a moment. “Sometimes.” “Like what?” “I once had this dream that I was in a bookstore,” Max said, eyes fluttering shut. “Rain was falling outside. And there was this guy sitting across from me at a little table. We were sharing coffee. He kept complaining about how boring poetry was but couldn't stop reading it aloud like it mattered.” “Sounds romantic,” Lake whispered.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

I turn my head around to check what is under my mini drawer, only to see a book with a dominant red on its cover page. “Sometimes you win, Sometimes you Learn…” I read loudly. I tilted my head. “Did I bought one like this before?” I asked myself since I don’t remember reading this book from before. But if it isn’t mine, then why is this here inside my place? Shoving all of my questions, I pulled the chair in front of my vanity mirror and decided to check the content. A little smile showed in my face when I realized something from the title. There is a Lose behind the word Learn and it is written with black ink. I flip on the next pages and it first have notes from the Author named John C. Ma

I whisper. “Why did you slam your book?” Max asked. The smirk on his face tells me he has an idea of what happened. “Kendra recommended this book to me. It is a little more explicit than I was expecting,” I explained. “Can I read it?” Max reaches for the book. My bookmark is on the page. Before I can process what is happening. Max is reading the passage. “He is only kissing her neck,” Max states. I nod. Max seems puzzled, “That’s explicit to you?”

"Take all the time you need. Just remember that I'm here for you, and we'll get through this together." I sat at my desk, staring at the computer screen in front of me. Max's first launched book was a huge success after two years, thanks to Mia. The book had been on the New York Times Bestseller list for several weeks, and Max was being invited to do interviews and book signings all over the country. I'm so happy for Max, she deserves all the love and the blessing she's receiving. I know she's very humbled by all of the things that are happening around her.