Maximus Black Novels & Stories

In front of him, lay a newspaper and a cellphone. “You are two minutes late.” He said, glancing at his silver wristwatch. “Good morning, grandfather. Coffee sounds good.” Betty and Teresa cannot believe Max and her smart mouth. No one dared to speak of Quentin Black that way. Not even his fellow Alpha’s dared. Yet here is Max. Quentin stared at his granddaughter. A spitting image of his deceased son and laughed heartily. “You have the Black guts.” “I can tell.” Zayn came out of nowhere. He was wearing navy blue track pants and suit. Drenched in sweat and looking gorgeous as ever.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

he growled. “What?” I asked confused. “My name is Maximus,” he repeated, his voice rumbled with every word. “Okay… I’ll stay here with you Maximus, if you let my friend go,” I said carefully. “What did I say earlier?” Maximus asked, ignoring my words. I looked at him confused. “I said I don’t share. This human doesn’t look at you like a friend. There’s lust and possession in his eyes and I don’t like that. I want to pluck them out. I want to kill him,” he said, his voice velvety and smooth as he talked about ending a life.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

“That was many years ago. At that time I was still very naive and stupid. Now I'm fine with alcohol. So please, can you get me some beer?” "Sure. Wait here a moment.” Nickson gave Blakely a sharp look. He growled repeatedly in his heart at Blakely's defiant attitude. Even Blakely carelessly grabbed the brandy on the table and drank it quickly. "Wow, you're cool." Maxim praised while whistling. "I'm Maxim." “Blakely, nice to meet you. Antonio told me this place is yours.” "Oh, it is. I love my business.” “Very great place.”

"Yes! Like Autobots! Cool, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Maxime Bernadte Moguel is your real name. I will not call you Maximus." Max crossed his tiny arms, remaining petrified in place. "I'm not coming out of the bathroom if you don’t call me Maximus." I looked at him sharply. "Maxime..." "I didn't hear anything," he whistled. I closed my eyes briefly, took a deep breath, then... "MAXIMUS!" Max turning his head. "Yes, Mommy!"

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.

A need so intense settled there as I wondered why my body betrayed me to arguably the most dangerous man in the world. My heart was racing so fast that I could hardly breathe. I had never felt anything more I intense than Maxim’s close proximity. Maybe my body reacted that way because he was hot. That had to be it. He was in a tight black-shirt, dark jeans, and black boots. His tattoos were on full display and his glasses sat on his nose. There was nothing nerdy about Maxim. He was all…man. The way he looked at me got me even more excited. His eyes darkened with desire as they settled on my chest before dropping to my ass. Maxim was not shy about openly ogling.

he immediately left the room without looking back at her. Maximus left the empire building on foot. He just wants to be alone for a while. He went to a department store down the street and just picked a black cap and wore it to hide his face. The cashier watched him getting his wallet. He was about to hand her his black card when he realized she could recognize him—he put it back and hand her some cash instead.

Maxmus furrows his eyebrows, his eyes turn red, and he speaks with a terrifying sharpness: Leanne, you really made me angry, do not fool around and talk to me like that ever again, because I am the king here, so stick to your limits in talking to me and his way Leanne looks at his eyes with fear: I'm sorry, Max, please stop, you're scaring me Maximus ignores her and leaves the room and the entire suite angrily to breathe comfortably. She puts on her clothes and turns around her for fear of seeing him in front of her. She moves in the corridor walking to look behind her, but suddenly she collides with a person's body to look in front of her. She finds him a handsome young man with brown hair