Maxine Minx True Story Novels & Stories

Even before it all happened, she had faith in the kid's ability to protect their family. "Too tired from the last match?" Rogia whispered in her ear. Maxine found her senses back from the deep thoughts she had. She let out a sigh and nod to let her know that she's not in the mood. "How can these people throw themselves a party after that bloody camp? This is ridiculous," said Maxine. There's nothing she could do but feel helpless reminiscing the moments she's trying to hide from danger. Especially that one moment that she can't remember after Rogia falls into the old man's trap.

asked him if we would die and he said no, that as long as we stuck by him all our wildest dreams would come true.” She lowered her head and shook it. The sorrow deepened and I felt a pang of sadness for her. She threw her whole life away for a chance to be with a guy she knew she could never have. I quickly recovered my thoughts and cleared my throat, “So what happened to Kollins after that? And why were you set free?” Maxine looked like she wanted to vomit and her eyes screwed shut, “She stayed with him for a short time and I would give him info. This went on for a week. Until Kollins wanted to leave and go to Dalton. Argent told her that she couldn’t do that and she lost it. She escaped h

I asked, fiddling with my fingers. I could see Alex tense beside me and I quickly realized that it was an insensitive question, but my curiosity got the best of me. Alex sighed before opening his mouth to talk. "I started it after my mom got cancer as I said to you before. I was a stripper before that, by the way, while I was in college. I was doing it to pay for my tuition," he said lightheartedly, but there was still a hint of sadness in his voice.

It was a question Maxine never expected to hear. Her silence was accompanied by memories of the days she spent on the streets, desperately searching for food. Life had been tough, and it was only Lanceil's father who had provided her with food and shelter. But if she could turn back time, Maxine would never want to cross paths with that person. "I lived in the underground facility of Grim family," Maxine answered indifferently to Lawrence’s question. She dropped his eyes and moved her king away from Lawrence’s black horse. Tak, the sound between the glossy chessboard tiles and the white king.

Daniel McIntyre listened intently, his expression unreadable. Therese McIntyre, however, remained impassive, her eyes fixed on Brianna with unwavering intensity. When Brianna finished her story, she spoke, her voice laced with skepticism. “So, you’re telling us that my son, a respected senator with a promising career, threw it all away for a stripper he met in a club?” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. “You expect us to believe that?” Brianna’s cheeks flushed. “It’s the truth, Mrs. McIntyre,” she said, her voice rising slightly. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. I never asked him to do any of this. He did it because he loved me.”

Angie leaned against the wall. She had come with Maxime after leaving the nightclub where they had been drinking earlier. Angie was not really expecting anything. But she did not expect to see a live abuse session. Maxime dragged two grown men into an alley and beat them unconscious. Absolutely insane. "Is that your job or what?" Angie was curious. Maxime turned to Angie. His fist was covered in blood, and some of the blood had even spurted out and stained his face. The smell of blood wafted out and made Angie's nose feel uncomfortable.

* Luca chuckled, enjoying their reaction. *"What the hell is this, Luca?"* Artemis asked, his voice dangerously low. Luca smirked, leaning back. *"A gift. A bargaining chip. A little surprise, just to keep things interesting."* Maxine **was a name buried in Alexander’s past**. Years ago, she had been **the love of his life**, but her **betrayal** had shattered him. She had disappeared without a trace, leaving **Klarisse to pick up the pieces**.

That reminder is enough to make me steer clear of her entirely. “I swear I ran into you here purely by coincidence,” Maximus says, his voice oddly sincere. “I’m sorry for all those times the reporters harassed you; that was completely uncalled for. But at least you’re finally admitting you’re my ex-wife. That means something to me. I’m not giving up, Selene. I’m determined to win you back...” His words hang in the air, loud enough for anyone nearby to overhear, and I can feel the weight of them pressing down on me.

"Good day, everyone. I am Dylan Harmon, the CEO of HAN DESIGN. I come before you today to address a recent incident involving my personal life that has been erroneously exposed on the Internet. I deeply regret the distress this situation has caused and take full responsibility for the ensuing confusion. I want to clarify the circumstances surrounding the scandal. Firstly, I wish to make it unequivocally clear that Charlotte Robert holds no responsibility in this matter. The blame solely rests with Allison, who fabricated baseless allegations against me. I want to emphasize that there is no romantic relationship between me and Allison; any such claims are entirely false.

Aly added. ~~~~~~~~ Gia lay in her bed, staring into space. She had spoken to her mom a couple of days ago, and she told her about Aly and Bazyli’s issue. Why did the Maximillian women always struggle with love? Scratch that, it’s the Maximillian family. She thought to herself. Her mother's and father’s relationship was the most toxic one she had ever heard of. It blossomed into something beautiful when Aly was 5 and they were babies. Elon struggled with Ida, Jax struggled with Brynn; then he met Yara. Though they have their petty squabbles, they’re good to go. Now, it’s Aly and Bazyli.