Maximus Black Novels & Stories

Black frowned at her partner tilting her head back to regard him with curiosity. " You are not giving up are you, " Max said in more of a statement than a question. " You know me too well, " Black answered with a faint smile. " Do you want to join me? " " No, thank you, I like to keep my job, " Maxwell answered seriously. Black nodded as her mind got lost in the case again. There was something fishy about the shooting and the curious, inquisitive part of her will not rest until she gets to the bottom of the case.

Maxim Sokolov: One last chance, Blackwood, tell me where she is before I lose my patience. Maxim Sokolov: Do you hear me, Blackwood?! Fucking answer me! Maxim Sokolov: I am warning you, Blackwood. This isn’t about business anymore. Maxim Sokolov: I will make you watch everything you built burn before I take her back. Maxim Sokolov: I will find her, with or without your damn deal. Maxim Sokolov: I am not negotiating anymore. Maxim Sokolov: You want war? Fine. You have got one.

Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment. It was the biggest bill board present, in it was a picture of New York's leading man and CEO of the biggest producing company and chain of hotels, And a man whose shoulders she was lying on not too long ago, Mr Leonard Black. He was dressed in Black Suit his long hair styled to the back making him more handsome, he had a smirk on his face simil

Maximus is a large dog, a crossbreed of a Mastiff and a Pitbull, and yes, it is so startling to look at this enormous and ferocious-looking dog, but it is well-trained and will not attack familiar people, well at least as long as it recognizes you. When Leonard realizes that he is still complete and was not hurt, he uncovers his head and looked around. He sees Maximus holding the stick within his mouth. “You’ve almost given me a heart attack Maximus,” he tells the dog as he reaches for the stick and decided to stop playing with Maximus. This dog is just one year old but it already has gigantic features, it is treated as a family member in this Mansion.

James headed toward Gavin and said coldly, “What did you tell me in the afternoon? You told me you wouldn’t retaliate against the Callahans. That’s why I spared your life. But, look at what you’ve done. Do you seriously think you can step all over me as you please?” James lifted his leg and stomped on Gavin’s chest. He aimed for his heart. “Argh!” Gavin screamed in pain. Then, his body went limp. He was dead. James approached Maximus. Maximus was thrown from the second floor by James. His leg was broken, and he lay on the ground motionless. Upon seeing James approaching him, he shivered in fear. He was filled with remorse. If only he knew that James was the Black Dragon, he would not have ta

Nothing had ever scared the Italian Mafia boss more than loosing iris Saint that bright morning. To his awe, Maximo opens the pills case just to realize there isn't any left. Empty and useless, Maximo finds out the pills remain none. With deeply frown face,he slammed the pills case against the wall angrily as he look for another alternative.

"Paula, I want you to take me with you when your new life begins. I want to be part of your revenge.” “What?” "Just as you heard it, I want to be part of your revenge, I want us to be two against one because they, those people who are on your blacklist too, some of them owe me a debt. My name is Maximilian Montenegro or Maximilian Vital, as you prefer.”

The air inside Max Carter’s office was unnaturally still. Outside, the city pulsed with life—honking cabs, distant sirens, wind tearing through the skyline—but here, time had frozen into a glacial silence, sharp and unforgiving. Max stood with one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped tightly around a crystal tumbler of untouched bourbon. His jaw ticked with the rhythm of a barely-contained storm. Sebastian Blackmoor leaned against the doorframe like he owned it.

And there, behind an impossibly large desk, sat Dominic Blackwood. He’d grown even more dangerous-looking since the last time I saw him. Dark hair, cropped short on the sides and just long enough on top to be pushed back with careless precision. A sharp, cut jaw dusted with stubble, and eyes the color of storm clouds — cold, unreadable, and fixed on me like a predator sizing up its next move. “Amelia,” he said, voice like smoke and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. “Dom— I mean, Mr. Blackwood.”