Maxwell Del Valle Novels & Stories

She was the ultimate trophy that I had paraded around when I was younger. I had never found my mate. After the momentary scent in New Mexico, I never again smelled her. I resigned myself to a life without my fated mate, thus ending our prestigious family line. Signing the document harder than I meant to, the ink in my pen blotted on the page. I took a tissue and dabbled the extra ink. My signature, Alpha Desmond Wright, scribbled neatly at the bottom of the page. Smiling at the thought, I put the page on the left side pile of the desk.

Albert asked, confused. “Yes… Austin Morris, isn’t that his name? Who else would it be? He’s known as the Devil-Reaper and Lord of all the mafias.” Max smirked. “If I kill him, everyone in the underground society will bow to me.” Albert’s brows knitted further. ‘Huh? What is this man talking about? He has no clue that Austin is not the Devil-reaper. Hah!’ “Look here, Mr. Ugly man–” Max squinted his eyes, annoyingly.

A man she hadn’t seen in years—Maximilian Vale. Maximilian was not just any man. He was a powerful businessman, an influential figure in the industry, and a man who had always been far more than the friend he appeared to be. Their history was complicated, filled with stolen moments, unspoken desires, and an unquenchable attraction.

As soon as Maxwell stepped onto the school grounds, he spotted Avery and Natalie talking and giggling as they walked past him. A sad smile crossed his lips, and just as he was about to approach Avery, two slender arms snaked around his waist, and a weight settled on his back. A strong cologne wafted into his nostrils, and he recognized it immediately. "Babe, were you waiting for me?" Valarie cooed in a flirtatious tone, causing Maxwell to scrunch up his face in distaste. He removed her arms from around him and turned to face Valarie, who wore a smirk as she checked him out.

The night was still as Maxwell stood in the shadows, preparing for his journey beyond the boundaries of Devil’s City. The air was thick with the scent of impending rain, but he moved with an unbreakable focus. Valen’s words still echoed in his mind: Confirm the healer wolf’s existence. Find the truth.

Maxwell Craig is a detective and apart from him being a detective he's also known for his great ability to interrogate a suspect or a criminal.Maxwell studied criminal justice which is a four years course in Florida State University in the United States.After acquiring his Bachelor's degree in criminal justice he later went to study criminology in the University of Maryland College Park.College Park,MD.

"The auction is about to start, now let me assure you once again, your identities are safe so feel free to spend your hard-earned money. For the first item on today's auction is this hulk of a man" As the announcer was talking, a very naked man was led unto the stage, bound with chains around his hands and legs with his head bowed down. "Thirty-four years old and squeaky clean. His name is Maxwell Lance, New York school of arts, class of 2010, Maxwell is a talented pianist, featured five times in New York times and directed the orchestra that performed at the presidential swearing in three years ago, he has quite the talented fingers if you get my point", the announcer wiggled his eyebrows.

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“You have earned it, and besides Max wasn’t even there went we decided to put you on the squad. Look, I know the guy, he doesn’t play with women feelings, he usually is very straight forward with what he wants and he never crosses a line. I told him you’re like my sister and he is not backing off, so that either means he doesn’t give a shit about the alliance, which is very unlikely, or two he likes you but is just a bit messed up in the head and can’t decide what to do or three, he is completely messed up and lost all his senses and is using you.” I flinch at the last one but Colton quickly adds “Look all I’m trying to say is be careful. Max is a good person and he normally would play with