Maxton Hall Series Novels & Stories

With this Maxwell and Cornelius will be assigned a new bloodline, which I’m sure will be fully stocked with donors. February 27th, 1776 Transcriber: Alexander Rein Cornelius Herrington, Maxwell’s maker has gone missing and is presumed dead after finding a pile of ash in the woods. Little evidence points to the assailant. Cornelius wasn’t a very liked man, but Maxwell has the most motive in killing him. However, he is never tried for the death, but suspicious eyes remain on him. I witnessed the event occur and I will die with the facts of the brutal murder. My advice, don’t underestimate Mr. Barnett.

“Keep going and look for hidden catches. This family liked their secrets, including secret doors with rooms attached. We are going to the second floor for a minute.” Deanna walked down the steps to the second-floor landing, and then she went opposite to where he thought she would go. Something in Max’s mind was going off as he was trying to track the progress through the house as she continued down the hallway and then turned down one of the connecting hallways to stand in front of a picture. It was a rather disturbing portrait of what hell would have looked like in one of the circles of hell. Though it was probably worth a fortune, Max couldn’t see why it was here in this hallway and in thi

Max held his breath as they walked along the hallway, ignoring the glaring and curious eyes peering from the metal doors. As they ascended to the third floor which held the high-profiled and criminals needing maximum surveillance, Max had noticed that it was less stuffy and smelly. The officer went to the first door and searched for the key among the ring of different colors and sizes of keys he was holding. He opened the padlock and stood by the doorway, waiting for him to enter.

That way it would be easier, without having to deal with Maximo. An accidental fire, in an old mansion that already had its faults, perhaps a poorly extinguished chimney, a short circuit in the wiring, which didn't matter, the important thing was that Isabella disappeared without the need for gunshots or poisons, just a singular accident or a plan drawn up by Maximilian's psychopath.

He knows how Michael thinks, I was scared but trusted him and hoped Minty would forgive me for saving her father first. Max walked over and kissed me before we left for one of his secret properties where we could hide. No one knows he bought this as it was not listed or bought in his name only in an alias. The property was overlooking a lake and was very cozy and had all the updated amenities. I saw pictures of his older daughter with his ex-mate and hope everything is not lost and she is still going to be Queen. All she has to do is pretend not to know anything, as long as she keeps her blood away from Ty. I took a shower and Max joined me, I was upset and in no mood for lovemaking and he u

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

Hazel nodded with a smile of her own, "Yes, tomorrow is the day." Maya left and went home and Hazel returned inside the house. Her parents went to bed not long after. Her dad paused in the hallway and looked back at her. "Get some sleep, Hazelnut," he said. "Big day tomorrow." Hazel managed a small smile. "I know, Dad. Goodnight." The next morning, Maxwell arrived at the towering glass building of Sterling Industries. He walked through the pristine executive hallway with his usual calm, unhurried stride. When he pushed open the heavy oak doors to his private office suite, he fully expected to see his new, highly arrogant assistant already sitting at her desk outside his office.

Max asked as he looked at the other two men in the room. “This is Christian Hanson, Henni’s twin brother. Don’t say it. They know.” Mack laughed as the look of confusion passed over Max’s face for a moment. He looked at the other man and then up to the stairs that Henni went up. The differences were huge between the two. “This is Gabriel Gannon, my cousin.” “And they have a piece of this?” Max asked. “Of sorts,” Mack said. “Their part in this as far as the background is important. However, the ending they can help you more than I can.”

The tall windows are of the best style, banded at the top by a panel of colored lights (gloomy, purple, red). The height of the window is emphasized by a dado panel of wood with molded trim beneath each window. This style of window is repeated throughout the fenestration of the main block of the house. On the south side of the hall is the large front parlor, where James Maxwell was seated, and ordering their staff around. James is fourteen years old, and the most powerful werewolf in the city of Edinburgh. James Maxwell, the son of Austin Maxwell and Sonia Jackson, was never less than arrogant. If he could do half the stuff he thought he could, maybe "confidence" would have been a better wor

Maxton was already on him, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, and within seconds, he met the exact same fate as his companion, crumpling lifeless to the cold floor beside him. Maxton kicked the door open with enough force to splinter the wood clean off its hinges, a gun now gripped tightly in each hand, taken from the dead guards at his feet. His expression was blank, eerily calm despite the carnage he had just left behind, as he stepped into the narrow hallway and moved toward the room where Evan's voice had been coming from, his footsteps silent and purposeful. He was a killing machine now, methodical and merciless, every motion calculated and precise. Every man who appeared in h