Maxon And America Fanfiction Novels & Stories

his speech silenced me how I want tohujam my rant and anger if even my energy has been drained, Max silenced my lips to scratch my lips violently oh really this man looks fine without fatigue I'm not sure this will go on fast. Max opens his eyes staring around the room that feels foreign in his vision he looks to the side of his body there Wilona appears to fall asleep pulas make Max frown but when he remembers the previous incident he sighed furiously, he made love to Wilona long enough last night they did nine o'clock at night and ended at three in the morning was even told because of wilona whining constantly asking to stop , Max stares at Wilona slowly the girl who is now asleep really m

Max says to Amelia. Amelia is still red in the face and her eyes seem like burning embers. She turns her phone's screen towards Max's face and says coldly "You have done this. You both are the reason he is on the hospital bed right now with a broken leg. The doctor says there are chances of him never walking and he might be wheelchair-bound. You have hurt him all because of her. Still, think she is so innocent? cheating scum. Just like her father. They both must be brilliant at pulling con jobs and fooling gullible people into trusting them. What do they get in return? Their money was robbed, their respect torn to shreds and their body smashed.

, Grace added, "look Maxmillian, can we forget about Amelia for some minutes? Let's focus on ourselves, let's build our lives together. Amelia will never accept you for what you are, she will never want a monster in her life." "You don't know that" Maxmillian defended. "You see, Maxmillian, that night I drugged you and made love to you, I could have run away from you, very far away from you the moment you told me you were a monster. But you didn't. I knew someday you would need me in your life. It gave me more reason to see myself with you, our future together, with our son by oursides Maxmillian, we will take over territories, we will make waves...."

AMELIA’S POV Maxwell Moon was mine. The more I thought about it, the more real it became to me, and I grew more comfortable with it. We’d grown closer too. I reminisced about when we first met and how everything between us was purely sexual tension to how even after we crossed that threshold, I distrusted him, and then here we were; closer and in love. It was a dream come through. I had Max on my side.

“Since I decided to listen to you. But seriously, “ he takes the cigarette away and fixes his eyes on it. “Thanks. You were right. I can’t keep doing shit and ruin whatever I’ve started. I will try and do my best there. I won’t say I can’t promise, because that’s the easy and cowardly way. “ Then he adds, “Do you think Conor will freak out when he is alone here?” “Violet and I will be in the US for a few weeks, I doubt he’ll figure out what to do by that time. “ “You never know. “ Max says and takes a final drag from his cigarette. “Are you going to meet him when you’re in the US? “ “I am planning to. Max, I need a favour from you.“ “What is it?” “Violet is concerned about a guy her sister i

“What’s going on, Max?” And just like that, the words spilled out. Maxine found herself recounting everything she had bottled up inside—the night she saw Thomas again at the construction site, how he had hidden behind the name “Thomas” when he was really Damien, the man from her past, the man Noah unknowingly called his father. She told her about the meeting at his penthouse, how he claimed rights over Noah, how she stood there shaking with anger and fear. She confessed the panic that gripped her every time she imagined Thomas forcing his way into Noah’s life.

Emilia’s POV I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything except feel him. Maximus was inside me again, deeper than should’ve been possible, and the stretch burned so good I saw white behind my eyelids. He had my knees pinned to my chest, my body folded in half beneath him, and every brutal thrust slammed the air from my lungs in a broken scream. “Harder,” I heard myself beg, voice wrecked. “Please, Maximus—harder—”

Because of the strange sensation that Maxine gave me. I called Clarence and Ivan. After I got dressed, it was very windy and raining outside. "Hello, man?" I opened up to them in the video call. Ivan smiled at me. Meanwhile, Clarence looked at me bored. It seemed to know what I was thinking. "Look. Maxine is mad at me," I said. "Ows, don't tell me you raped her?" Ivan asked, laughing. One's brain is really strange. If I can't control myself, I can do that to Maxine.

I said. “Make him understand that I’m not someone to be played with.” I ended the call and leaned back in my chair. I was Damien Maxwell. People knew better than to cross me. I was about to make another call when I noticed someone standing near the door. I frowned. The door was slightly ajar. I hadn’t bothered to close it completely. I was about to get up when the person suddenly leaned against the door. The next second, she stumbled into the office. Jane.

There were no roads, no city noises of any kind… Just broad expanses of blue sky and acres of virgin land. It was the perfect escape for a couple who were desperately in love and wanted nothing more than to spend all of their time devoted only to each other. Talking, laughing, exploring… Making love… “Antonia never came here.” She startled. It was as if Maxim had superpowers. As if he could read her mind sometimes. And given the recent tone of her thoughts, that was a worrying notion indeed. Michaela turned her head sharply and Maxim laughed. “I don’t have superpowers, tesoro. You wear your thoughts pretty openly. You looked sad. Although I can never understand why you feel so much for my la