Maximus Black Mga Nobela at Kwento

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

With a sigh, I slid down from Icarus’s hold, my blood still pounding in my ears. "What do you want, Blackwood?" I said, my chin lifted, voice confident. Maxim took a step down. Then another. Until he reached the last one, his body rigid as if holding himself back from exploding. His eyes were locked on me like I’d just committed an unforgivable crime.

I use this as an opportunity to check out their respective outfits. Maximilian is dressed in dark black pants and a black shirt. I have to avert my eyes from him because his tattoos are very obvious due to his sleeve shirt. Bless my soul, Jesus.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

maximus turns and starts going " wait, what did you just say? " " I said I found Liam, I trained him and sent him on his way" " Where is he? " At that moment Liam decided to show up " Am here" this got everyone of the gods turning Thier heads to the voice and sure enough standing before them is a fine specimen of male perfection, without being told , he carried the charisma. 6ft 9 tall, very very bulky with huge biceps and tattoo, silver green eyes and very long silver hair. " Hello father, am Liam, uncle maximus is not to be blamed , mum just hated you" Zues walks towards him , an exact replica of himself, same structure, same hair color, cheek bones , he cups Liam's face with his palms wit

**Skylar** There was something different about Max's appearance this time. I just realized it. This time he wasn't wearing an expensive suit. His look wasn't as neat as usual either. Now he looked disheveled, unlike the Max I usually saw. Max is wearing a tight black T-shirt with a leather vest of the same color. The vest is shiny and looks expensive. On the right side of his chest is his name, his short name, Maxim. Below that is another word in the same gold color: president.

"You think these humans can protect you from me?" "I think this can!" Maximus snarls. He pulls a pair of heavy, iridescent shackles from his belt. They shimmer with a fine, floating mist—silver dust, suspended in an electromagnetic field. It’s a restraint designed to paralyze a wolf’s nervous system. Maximus lunges past the HRB agents, driven by a psychotic need to reclaim the power he thinks I stole. He reaches for my arm, the silver-dusted shackles swinging toward my skin.

he states proudly. I simply shrug at him and continue eating. He may or may not be growing on me a little. His sparking personality is definitely different from the other black dragon in the room. Maximus stands quietly off in the corner of the room looking stoic as always. A small growl rumbles out of his chest as he eyes Anthony. “It’s okay Maximus. You are still my favorite black dragon” I state as I try to soothe his jealousy. He looks appalled for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and a small smile spreads across his face. I am so glad that my compliment meant something to him.

CHAPTER 115: THE CHARITY GALA VENUS: “Venus?” My heart skipped at the sound of his voice. Maxim stood there in a tailored black suit, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, the dark fabric clinging to him in a way that made my heart skip even more. His tie was neatly knotted, his hair slicked back, and his presence alone screamed Alpha. His silver eyes roamed over me from head to toe, and he smiled in satisfaction, an obvious sign that he liked what he saw. “Perfect. You’ll put every woman in that room to shame tonight.”