Maxton Hall Series Novels & Stories

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.

Max hadn’t slept in what felt like days now. After the Announcement Dinner, he had been awake during the night, especially after his conversation with Mikki at the palace’s kitchen. When he had finally fallen asleep, one of his men came to him at his guest room, saying that his mansion at Aveline City had been attacked during the night. Max jumped from his bed and didn’t even have time to talk to Ace or anyone from the Auclair family before he left. He asked someone from the palace to give the news to them once they woke up, and then, he shifted at dawn and ran towards his home.

Hence the many entrances and escape routes. I wondered if Max knew the history of the colorful house that he’d purchased for me. I doubted it. I was certain that if he knew that advanced zombies and werewolves were walking the halls at will while trying to poison both Megan and me, he’d have laid a trap for them and then sealed all of the routes. He may have been a sex addict and a liar, but he was also a good lawman and protector.

"It doesn't make any sense," Max said in a voice so quiet. So quiet that the rest of his team almost didn't hear him. They were in the basement of Maxwell's villa. The basement was designed with high technology. The walls were not just soundproofed but bulletproofed as well. There was a warbrobe filled with different types of arms. Shawn was standing in front of it, running his fingers through one gun to the next. "What doesn't make sense?" Amy asked. She was standing beside Maxwell, looking at the plan drawn by the director, on a big paper spread across the table. Maxwell was tracing something in the plan with his fingers.

As I reach it I rush into the cabin seeking warmth. The sight that greets me has me running forward as I see Maximus. He sits on a couch similar to the one we laid on as he gazes at the table. I follow his gaze to see that he stares at a newspaper article. Stepping close to the read the paper the headline causes me to gasp 'Small Town Reporter Murdered by the a Hatchling." The words of the article are blurred to my vision. As hard as I try I am unable to read the article itself when suddenly his voice fills my ears. I take my eyes away from my work photo and look to see tears on his face.

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?”

the Mayor's voice crackled through the phone. Maxwell cursed under his breath, releasing Hailey abruptly. She fell off the bed, landing hard on the floor, sobbing as her body crumpled in pain and fear. He threw a disgusted look at her, then stormed out of the room, leaving her broken and crying bitterly on the cold floor once again. Hailey hugged herself, her sobs shaking her fragile body, praying for someone to save her from this living hell. Inside the Mansion Maxwell came into the hall and the Mayor told him again. Alarmed, they rushed to the front of the house, only to stop dead in their tracks as the door was kicked open. A wave of masked men stormed inside, their guns raised, pointed d

Landon made himself comfortable, arms stretched across the back of the couch like he had front-row tickets to something dramatic. Max didn’t sit. “Excuse me,” he said calmly. “May I use your restroom?” Rodrigo jumped to attention. “Of course. Irina, show him—” “It’s fine,” Max interrupted, already moving. “I’ll find it.” Rodrigo hesitated. “It’s the first door on the right, down the hall.” Max nodded once and disappeared down the corridor. He didn’t go right. His steps echoed softly as he passed the correct door and kept going, farther into the quieter part of the house. His gait wasn’t hurried, but it wasn’t aimless either. Something pulled at him.

Then her dragon tattoo will get darker. He drove towards the Hamilton mansion in a rush. Mason, who is following behind Drake, thought that they are going to the company. But Drake drove towards the Hamilton mansion. "Who's turn is it now?" he murmured with amusement. "Maxim's face will be unrecognizable for a couple of days. I don't think Carlos would be able to walk properly for a month. I wonder who is going to be next on the list?" he thought, really excited to see the show.

with Megan chasing her crazily as their laughter rang in the room amidst the sound of the rainfall. **** Max sat at the desk in his study room rocking his chair. His face seemed emotionless as he was lost in some thoughts. Max was thinking deeply about something. So deeply that he even could not hear the sound of the wild raindrop hitting the roof of the security staff's cabinet located beside the gate of his mansion.