Maxton Hall Series English Novels & Stories

He didn’t wait up for me as he took long strides down the stairs so I had to hasten my steps to keep up with him. When we arrived at the living room, Caleb was sitting on the couch and he stood up as soon as he heard our footsteps. His eyes fell on me. “You look stunning.” Before I could thank him, Maxim cleared his throat, bringing Caleb’s attention to him. “Good evening, sir.” It was obvious Caleb was intimidated. Maxim stood tall, hands in his pocket, emanating a dark aura that anyone with common sense would run far away from. Maxim did not bother with the pleasantries. “Where are you taking her?”

With that, she abruptly closed the door and moved back just as Gregory, the chauffeur zoomed the car away, so she didn't see the way Maxwell briefly closed his eyes and muttered, "Amen to that." ***** At first, Ethan had insisted on following Maxwell to his mansion but the aloof CEO wouldn't hear of it. And so Ethan had no choice but to give in as since childhood, Maxwell had always had the upper hand in every argument or banter. Maxwell's magnificent and exquisite mansion is made up of two wings. The west wing which was the main part comprised his rooms, study, gym, library, indoor swimming pool, kitchen, guestrooms among others. While the east wing housed a kitchen, guestrooms and most imp

... The overwhelming outpour of people with extravagant luxury showered at every corner of the hall if I hadn't seen Max's house and dwelled in it for over a week now, I would have passed out from seeing too much wealth. "Leave it to my mother to outdo herself, somethings I wonder just how she manages to do it every time within a short period of planning," He said standing beside me, something with the way he spoke sounded polished and uptight, it felt like he suddenly had an English accent too, and again he doesn't look as happy, he looks more troubled than I do.

The door was cracked open. He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk. Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

Could I get Max to yield? "Sorry, we usually have dozens of people to greet us," Max stated, pushing the front door open and then we walked inside. I inhaled. I was here and even though it was only for three days, I was going to find out all I could about Maximilian McTavish. "Wow!" I exclaimed as my eyes took in the space, which was a huge vestibule with a parquet floor. Each tile had the letter M in the middle. The walls were panelled with dark, polished mahogany.

***** The long hallway of the mansion was bright and quiet. The maids passing through the corridor bowed slightly as she walked past with her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. When she entered the dining room, the smell of food hit her immediately; a mix of fresh pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. The sweet aroma filled her nose, reminding her that she hadn't eaten breakfast, but she couldn't care less, the plan had to be carried out first. At the table, Harold sat across from Max. They were both eating. Harold’s tall figure looked tired, and his dark hair was slightly messy from sleep.

Then, as if to twist the knife, he said something in another language—his tone calm, but his eyes daring her to react. Miranda stiffened. “No need to insult me in a language I don’t understand. Speak English.” “I wasn’t insulting you,” Max chuckled, his gray eyes glinting with amusement. “I was only saying that I hope I never see you again. That was German, by the way.” I pressed my lips together to stifle a giggle. Honestly, watching Miranda stew was more entertaining than anything I’d seen in months. Miranda huffed like a spoiled child, then stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls vibrated. Maximus barked again in response, as if saying, Good riddance.

I stood on my knees and gave him a hug and he hugged me back tighter . " Oh Max I'm okay I'm fine I just . " " You scared the living daylights out of me that's what . The last time we saw each other was in the hospital and you pushed me away ." " Can I finish? " " No not yet because you scared me half to death. We've been through a lot in the past year and I cannot fathom anything sinister happening to you. " He was speaking prim and proper English with an English accent , which wasn't hard for him to do because the believed his real dad wasn't his dad and that he was an English man .

So he straightened up and fix the crumpled suit. 'Ohhhh. Being with Erella made me forget that people are scared of me.' Max thought. "Go, and announced my arrival," Max instructed the servant unemotionally. The servant got up as fast as he could and announced his arrival. After announcing Max's arrival, he entered the hall. As usual, nobles were afraid to look at him. Max became more indifferent and wished that the event will end as quickly as possible. He would prefer to read Erella some stories at home than receive the honor that is not for him. He was not aware that he was exuding a dark aura while walking to the place where he will receive his honor and reward.