Maxton Hall Series English Novels & Stories

She could guess the house covered over a hundred acres of land, but even that didn’t compare to its breathtaking beauty. If she had to find the perfect word for it, it would be a manor. The luxurious estate could only be described as a manor, its beauty glorified further by the cascading water fountains and the perfectly sculpted landscaping. Raising her chin slightly, her eyes caught the golden crest imprinted at the top of the house. El Maximo. Her legs halted, her breath hitched. The name rang a bell, but she was so used to calling him Hardcore that it didn’t register immediately. A chill ran down her spine as the realization crept in, and her lips parted slightly.

Anna growled, she wasn’t in the mood for any of this right now. “Oh but I am not done, Ann. Maxwell is a horse, he never gets tired, he loves it when I moan his name and when I ride him, he would moan all day. I went into the red room today, I could immediately tell that no one had been there in months, you say he wants you, but he has never taken you into the pleasure room, maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think he does, or perhaps he is just preserving the memories that we made there, not wanting to contaminate it with your foul scent.” She smirked.

Maxwell opened the door and we entered then he drove us to Chris's home. The mansion was over the top and very modern. Not my taste at all. It was too exposed. It was made of glass, unlike the one I lived in. I could see the teens dancing and gyrating on each other from out in the driveway. Maxwell opened the door for us. “I will be back for the two of you in 3 hours.” “OK, Maxwell, and thank you," I replied. “Whatever, "Jenna flashed her hair and rolled her eyes.

He orders, and we have no choice but to abide. It's not too long until we emerge from the forest and pull up to a mansion of a house, which I know all too well is Maxwell's pack house. Maxwell is a lavish man who likes expensive and extravagant things, and it reflects in the estate before us, glistening in the early morning sun as it appears above the horizon. Watching the sun come up makes me feel so tired. My body clock feels so off right now, I dont even know what day it is.

But Zoe moved at the wrong time because Max's eyes immediately shifted to her. "Hi! You're the contestant from England, right?" Max exclaimed. Zoe wanted to shake her head vigorously, especially when she saw Max suddenly walking towards her, ignoring the people who had been surrounding him since earlier. "Yes... yes. Hello, and you're Maxwell Taylor. I... I didn't expect to meet you here." Zoe tried hard to maintain the British accent in her stuttering words. Zoe was even grateful that she could still speak. Her throat felt blocked a moment ago.

Penny POV "What are you doing here?!"I growled and Max shifted a little "Am so sorry my mistress"he apologized with his head bowed "I was just curious"he continued "Curiosity kills the cat...be warned Max..I don't want you walking up and down "I said calmly "The next room is where you'll be staying" "Okay my mistress...good night" "You can go" "Good night once more my mistress"he said and walked away I watched him walk away...and bite my lips

The heavy door to Raina’s bedroom clicked shut, and in that single second, the man who had been gentle with her disappeared. Maxton Retroferd stood in the hallway, but he didn't look like a husband anymore. He looked like a nightmare. His eyes darkened until they were like two pits of black ink. The air around him suddenly felt cold and heavy, making it hard for the nearby guards to breathe. As Maxton walked toward the basement stairs, every servant and guard he passed quickly lowered their heads. They didn't just respect him; they were terrified of the energy coming off his body. They knew what was happening…..They knew that Maxton was gone, and someone else had taken his place.

After contemplating on what to do for two minutes, I decided to leave. He was getting dressed anyway. He didn’t need me to hover around while he was naked. “Where are you going? You haven’t picked out clothes for me to wear.” Maxim said, stopping me in my tracks. That was the second time I’d heard him speak and the first time I heard him speak English. His English was amazing for a Russian native. His words were well articulated and easy to understand. There was still, however, his thick Russian accent laced in his words.

Caroline's jaw dropped to the floor as she felt her mind go blank trying to make sense of his words. Eleanor's eyes widened in shock, her face draining of all color in an instant. "What... what are you talking about?" "My full name," Maxwell said slowly, savoring every word like fine wine, "is Maxwell Sterling." He didn't give anyone a chance to argue. "I'm Victoria Sterling's nephew. I'm sure you've heard of her long-lost nephew." Eleanor's face went from red to white faster than lightning strikes ground! Her mouth opened and closed like a fish drowning in air. No words came out, only strangled gasps!

His mansion spoke volumes of a modernized ancient edifice, surrounded by tall statues of people who seemed to be the line of his forebrothers. “Come on.” Max extended his hand and gently pulled me out of the car. Then he held onto my hand, and we gently walked into the banquet hall, drawing the attention of some of the guests in fancy suits and ball gowns. The chandeliers hanging above us at different angles reflected glittering rays to the glasses of wine some of the guests had in their hands. I could hear the sound of a soft violin performance from a corner of the hall. “Smile,” Max ordered without opening his mouth, while he waved at some of the guests who greeted us from a distance, admi