Maximum Security Novel Novels & Stories

I just stare out the window, The Incident playing on a loop in my head. He’s back. He’s back. How did he get back? When Oliver drops me off, I’m too shaken to take in the sheer size of the mansion—the sprawling garden that looks like its own universe, trimmed to perfection. The only thing that calms me are the three layers of security Sinclair installed: two biometric scanners and a good old-fashioned padlock. I’ll be safe here. We drive down a long road past a pristine lawn and some statues I might explore—if I ever feel calm again.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

Truly beautiful, a sight she'd never grow tired of-if her heart wasn't stuck in her throat and her limbs blocks of ice. There was no deluding herself anymore. Though nothing had come of being followed tonight, Max's reaction was a slap of reality. He wouldn't have made her lie down if he hadn't thought bullets were a possibility. He wouldn't have called backup for a simple tail. Noah's security wasn't a precaution or because of his parents' old ghosts. He was living with a very real threat and had been since before they'd met.

My eyelids are too heavy to keep open let alone investigate this delicious smell. When the door to my room came into sight I couldn't help but run the best I could to the door. All I wanted was to be locked in my safe space for the next few hours. I quickly run my fingers through my hair, as I don't have a hairbrush, and changed into the sack that I have made into PJs and laid down. That's when I heard the sound of a lock being secured. Alpha Maximus is afraid that I will run away in the middle of the night so he had a padlock put on my door so once I'm in for the night I can't get out. But nothing is worse than being a rogue, you will be killed on sight if another pack sees you.

He's adorned in a white robe, and he's sauntering through the chamber with a bounce to his step, twirling the waist belt in the air. “I hate to be the bearer of bad newsss, femalesss.” He hums, standing in front of my eagle spread legs, running his hands up and down my bare calves. “It seemsss the Kindredsss have managed to uncloak our ssship and have breached through our first layer of sssecurity.” “That's only bad news for you,” Nova titters. “It's only a matter of minutes before you are all dead.”

My head just barely came to the middle of his chest, so I could hear his thunderous heart beat with my ear. What was this? What was happening to me? Why did I feel so safe, and yet so nervous? No man, not even my lover before, could make my heart pound this fast in my chest. I didn't even touch him before now, but all I wanted was this. This feeling of security that he embraced me with. It was intoxicating.

My destination: the basement, where the security control room was located. I found a secluded corner and slipped behind a pillar, staying out of sight. The door to the security control room was fortified with high-tech locks that only Zander's biometric scan could open. Inside, the pack's entire security network, along with sensitive information about the North, was stored on the main computer. The room was built to withstand anything—soundproof, bulletproof, blastproof, and fireproof.

I was twenty the summer Mom left for Tokyo. Six months. A new contract, some massive consulting gig that had her flying first-class and FaceTiming us from hotel suites with views of skyscrapers I’d never see. She kissed me on the forehead, hugged Damian like he was the one deploying instead of her, and promised she’d be back before I knew it. The house felt different the second her car disappeared down the driveway. Bigger. Quieter. Dangerous. Damian Knox—forty-two, former Special Forces, now the kind of man who ran private security for billionaires and governments that didn’t officially exist—was suddenly the only other person breathing in this sprawling five-bedroom prison of glass and mar

The new safe was built using the latest technology for enhanced security measures that employed the use of motion and noise sensors. Captured in a rucksack was at play, unfolding events at its natural pace. The young Tamara rhymed along and did all she could to master her role in the play until she came to terms with it. The real author was kilometers away watching the game unfold in the book. She knew he was somehow watching her every move and she had no regrets about it. He was going to be the best guy for her had she been a hunky dory type.