Maxon Schreave Novels & Stories

He was scared of telling her the truth but then he trusts his own guts and the MoonGoddess choice. "That's amazing, bro you don't even know how happy am I?!" Cole shouted excitedly. "I know, but please don't tell that to everyone I want to keep this a secret!" Max shushed him. "Of course, Alpha." He grinned with amusement. "Alpha Max!" The door gets slammed open by one of his messengers. "What is it?" Max said seriously. "There is a pack who wants to speak with you." "Alright, thank you for noticing me." He thanked him.

Alpha Maximus holds my hand behind his back, and we walk up the path to the packhouse. Everyone stares at us, whispering and chattering, but none approach or greet us. A tall masculine man with blonde hair comes out of the pack house and walks towards us. Peeking from behind Alpha Maximus’s back, I make brief eye contact with the man. He looks angry. I whimper and hide back behind Alpha Maximus. 'Alpha Liam,' Alpha Maximus greets. Alpha Liam scoffs, 'I think you have a lot of explaining to do, Alpha Maximus,' he says.

he said in a made-up voice. I shot a glare at him. "Maxime." The boy immediately covered his mouth, but his shoulders shook with laughter. :: The trip from Zürich airport to the Alps was not short. We immediately boarded the luxury car that Pascha had prepared. Max, who was originally still busy babbling about his first experience on a private jet, has now started to get sleepy, his head resting on my shoulder. Clara also looked relaxed in her seat, enjoying the beautiful view of Switzerland from the window.

‘This calls for a celebration,’ Max announced as enthusiastically as he could muster while he opened a bottle of champagne. ‘It does, but where did that come from?’ Clara asked. ‘I brought a few bottles. I knew you'd want to celebrate this good news,’ Jeremy replied. -=- The week before the installation, Max had to accompany Clara on a business trip. They’ll be in New York for the next three days to pitch their product to the owner of one of the largest construction companies in Manhattan called Budova. The name alone sounded ominous to Max. He did not tell his sister that he felt the same about it. Like there was something in the air warning him of the impending doom. He was probably projec

My voice was louder than I meant it to be: “You sick bastard!” He immediately turned to face me. Mr. Scarpa. Mr. Scarpa was calm and composed yet again, even in this situation. He was still in all black. His eyes fell on me like a slow-falling guillotine. “Montana,” he said with a smooth, unreadable voice. “How do you do?” How… how dare this man?! He didn’t let me speak as he raised an eyebrow and pointed to the big screen. “Oh, this?” he calmly said, like a nouveau riche. “You were aware your husband recorded you every time you both had sex without your consent, right?”