Maxton Hall Series Novels & Stories

“Fine. But that means I get more liberties with your outfit. And jewelry. Come on. Let’s get you dolled up for the evening.” 6 Max I sat at the wrought iron gate of the sprawling property and sighed. I hated coming to this place. It always forecast terrible, awful things to come. The spic-and-span white house always threw people off. Good people lived in white houses. But the blood red shutters told a much different story. It boasted of the blood on the hands of the man that lived here. It boasted of the lives this man had taken when he was the president of our crew. Dread filled my gut. It always did just before I pressed the red button on the intercom. The kind of red that matched the shut

The kitchen was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint tick of the wall clock. Midnight had long passed, but sleep hadn’t come to Monet. Her nerves still thrummed from the day, from Juliet’s venom wrapped in pearls, from Richard’s silence that cut deeper than anger. She wrapped her hands around a mug of chamomile, its steam curling into her face. It should have been soothing, but the tremor in her fingers betrayed her. The sound of uneven footsteps reached her first—unhurried, unbothered. She looked up as Maxwell appeared in the doorway, his jacket tossed carelessly over one shoulder, his boots untied.

A side door was unlocked—just as planned. Inside, the mansion was silent. Marble floors gleamed under dim lighting, and the faint sound of classical music played from somewhere down the hall. Max’s heart pounded, adrenaline heightening his senses. Ray led the way, moving like a ghost through the corridors. They avoided guards, slipping past rooms until they reached a heavy wooden door at the end of the hall. Stanford’s study. Max pressed his back against the wall, taking a steady breath. Then, with a swift motion, he pushed open the door.

With a tight voice, he looked away. I was confused. What was he talking about? "What do you mean?" No answer. "Max?" Nothing. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Taking pity on me, Tim then explained everything to me. Max got the location of a man who was James Monet's right hand this morning. Alex was there in Max's apartment when he got the phone call. And being Max, he took his gun and went out of his apartment in rage, to finish off Monet's right hand.

“Get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning.” The door closes behind him, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence. --- Maxime appears moments later, his expression stoic as always. “Come,” he says simply, gesturing for me to follow. I have no choice but to comply. He leads me through the labyrinthine halls of the mansion to a room I don’t recognize. “This will be yours,” he says, opening the door. I step inside and immediately notice the bars on the windows. The walls are painted a soft, calming blue, and the bed is covered with a plush duvet. It’s a cage disguised as comfort.

In a house that seemed asleep, everything was awake. Amalia stayed in the library after Maddox and Dax left to coordinate the team with Ivan. The fire was still crackling in the fireplace. Her eyes scanned the names of the documents. “Project Phoenix,” “Phase Zero,” “Purge,” “Reconstruction.” The feeling in her chest was a tight knot, hard to unravel. Then she heard a soft knock on the door. Barely a brush of sound. It was Max. He wore a black t-shirt and dark pants, his hair slightly tousled. There was something about him that night that had nothing to do with power or strategy. He was more human. More present.

• We entered my room without making a noise, Mom was in the bathroom and she could catch me when I entered. "Max, now tell me what it was you saw." "I'll explain a bit: Wesley Manson has been a very dangerous guy in my father's business, I met him on a trip I had with him, he was arrogant and I was not far behind, he would not leave me behind, least of all that type. We had many differences, starting with the courtship of Mine and Daphne I only did it to make her jealous since he always drool over her and ignored her, resulting in that now he is her boyfriend and in my father's society I was the best with business, the bad thing was that I didn't like them. They were talking about me when

CHAPTER 28 A PLAN TO FIND THE AUTOPSY Max grinned at Alexander, having strategized earlier with Dylan about his training schedule. They patiently waited until Dylan left, giving them the privacy they needed to search the mansion. Alexander led the way since he still remembered the location of the library. He turned on the lights and closed the door to block out any unwanted disturbances. As they approached the library, Alexander took the right side while Max took the left. They frantically flipped through the pages of various books, but all they encountered were references to previous alphas.

I wasn’t about to do battle – or be killed and found dead- naked, so I hopped out of bed and pulled on my sweat shorts and a tee shirt. Max looked at Megan and me as he pulled his gun from his holster. “You two stay here.” Megan and I hugged each other close as we watched Max slip out into the hallway. He kept his back against the wall as he crept down the hallway toward the mezzanine that connected the wings of the second story of the house to the broad stairway with his gun held at the ready. I could hear the creature growling as it moved about, but I couldn’t see it through the small crack that we’d allowed in the doorway for peeking out of.

Holden had access to advanced technology and skilled people. Catelyn was tasked with secretly placing the camera in Maximus's room while distracting him. Tatiana had been nervous, fearing Catelyn might get caught, but she hadn't. Tatiana had been monitoring Maximus for a while, but it had been difficult as he often made plans in his study or outside the mansion. But then, she witnessed something unexpected-Maximus murdering his own wife. Every secret was laid bare. When Leonard was shot, the mansion erupted in chaos. Catelyn rushed out, yelling for the guards to investigate. The sound had come from the twins' room down the hall, leading the guards to believe there was an intruder.