Maximum Security Novel Novels & Stories

Her mouth had rounded into a perfect circle that I remembered stuffing with my dick, and she rasped, “What the fuck, Dec? You turn into Richie goddamn Rich on me?” My lips twisted. “The Macauley Culkin version? Hell, yeah.” She snorted but folded her arms over her chest. This time, her excitement was real. She knew this level of security was for something hardcore. Something epic. She wasn’t wrong. The door to the safe was about ten by eight feet. It was made so that once it was open and fully activated, it was like a wall. On nights when I was alone, which I always was because no bitch ever slept here, I’d open it up and stare at my bounty.

But off. I stopped just inside the door, my eyes scanning the room. Everything looked the same. Furniture untouched. Lights exactly how I left them. But something was wrong. “Stay here,” I said. My security team moved immediately, sweeping the place. I didn’t move from the entrance. Didn’t relax. Didn’t assume anything. Two minutes later— “All clear.” I walked in slowly anyway. “All clear doesn’t mean safe,” I said. “Yes, sir.” I moved toward the bar, pouring a drink but not touching it.

Damien drove in tense silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, while two black SUVs flanked them front and back, part of the new security detail that had arrived just hours earlier. The new safe house was three hours north, a secluded estate owned by one of Damien’s oldest business partners. It had its own private security team, underground bunker, and no connection to any of their previous properties. Elena kept replaying Sophia’s video in her mind, the calm smile, the way she had spoken about “the real Elena,” the chilling promise that she would see them soon. The words had burrowed under her skin like splinters. “Talk to me,” Damien said finally, his voice rough from exhaustion.

*T-MINUS SIXTY SECONDS. "The main doors are dead-locked by the primary security mainframe," Dominic muttered, his hot, ragged breath brushing against her lips as he looked down at her. The intense, addictive physical chemistry between them flared violently in the face of death, a blinding heat that locked their gazes together. "The elevator shafts are already venting carbon dioxide to prevent a thermal flare. There is only one way out of this sector." He didn't lift her this time. He gripped her hand, his long fingers locking with hers in an unyielding, desperate bond as he dragged her toward the far corner of the master suite, where a massive, built-in mahogany wardrobe spanned the entire l

Now she was going to get completely screwed, and her strict father was going to end her life if she allowed any of that security stuff to happen publicly. Nova exhaled a soft breath now, her own heart thumping hard against her chest. A small part of her was worried. What if Camilla’s rich family had already wiped the security tapes? But she also told herself that if anything bad happened, she would be perfectly fine walking away, because she had already left a massive stain on Camilla’s high-class name. “Lucas,” the billionaire CEO called out loudly to his head of security. His heavy-set security men instantly stepped forward onto the stage.

“You actually did it. You out-snaked the snake.” He didn't deny it. He just… admitted it. The room fell into a iron silence. “Security,” the gruff board member said, his voice heavy with disgust. He picked up the thumb drive. “Please escort Max from the building. She is no longer affiliated with this company.” Two security guards entered and approached Max. He didn’t fight them. He just kept looking at me, that weird smile still on his face. “You think you’ve won?” he asked me as the guards took his arms. “You’ve just taken over a kingdom full of wolves, Anna. And you’ve just gotten rid of the only other person who knew how to fight them. Good luck.”

We could actually win this war. The drive back to the pack house was silent and Bailey was on my mind. I hoped that she was safe and out of trouble. I soon arrived and got out of the car. I had to head to the office to get some work done first. I walked upstairs through the silent and empty corridors. The warriors were out and Bailey was probably sleeping. I got to my office and unlocked the door. I just felt so satisfied. My office looker s little different as I had installed a new safe in the office where the book was protected. It was made of silver hence werewolves couldn't break in and it was indestructible.

At first, Nova tells herself she’s imagining things, the lingering stares, the convenient encounters. The feeling that Mikhail always knows where she is. But the closer she gets to the academy’s golden boy, the more she realizes perfection can be the most dangerous mask of all because beneath the halo lies something darker, Something possessive and obsessive. Once Mikhail Volkov decides he wants something, he never learns how to let go. And Unfortunately for Nova Bennett, what he wants is her. NOVA BENNETT’S P.O.V. By ten thirty, I had officially given up on sleep,I wasn’t trying particularly hard anymore. I had tried reading since I couldn’t really sleep and that only lasted three pages bec

"Just ensuring my investment is completely safe. I’ve dispatched two of my top security vehicles to patrol the outer perimeter road. They will be coordinating directly with your friend Lucille from now on." I shook my head, letting out a soft, helpless sigh filled with affection. "Maximo, Lucille is already handling security." "Lucille handles the mill, Bella," Maximo said, his voice dropping into a low, possessively dark register that made a quiet shiver run down my spine. "My team handles you. I don't care how many enemies are lurking in this town, my sweet. Nobody touches what belongs to me."

“We’re bringing our own drinks. Maximus said he’d be on the lookout and Jeckell is gone.” “Doesn’t mean there’s others that won’t try the same shit,” I palmed my face. “Really, Loren. All I want to do is read my tacky romance novel and go to bed.” I turned back to the book in my hands. It was something I’d picked up from the “free” part of the library that afternoon. A cliché novel about mermen and sirens. It was highly unrealistic but damn, did it have good sex scenes. Loren “hmphed” and crossed her arms over her chest. Then she jumped across the room, snatched the book out of my hands and threw it away from me. I stared at her, slack jawed and completely baffled.