Maxxie Oliver Novels & Stories

Jayden still had three more reports to assess when the door to his office flew open, forcing him to look up to see who it might be. He found Maxwell Fitzgerald, his best friend of over a decade, standing in his office looking like a fire-breathing bull, ready to spear him out of his seventh-floor office. Jayden knew Oliver's reaction at the business people submit was mild compared to what Max's reaction would be, and he was right. Oliver was his friend and a part of the troublemakers' cliques, but Max was Jayden's best friend, and they had never kept anything from each other until now.

She gave him a devilish smile Max knows Olive is a psychopath like him but she is a crazy witch as well. "He never had this cold six years ago, you want to know the truth right then listen carefully because I am about to tell you about your arch enemy." Olive smiled. "She is crazy" Max murmured to himself “I can hear you” Olive blurted out as she took her seat opposite him. “So what did you do?” Max asked “It was an accident, I need you to believe me as well Max, it was truly an accident” Olige began panicking.

Some of his tops are in here and I can't help but let the rush of emotions out. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry; I didn't realise it would make you sad," Max says, crouching down in front of me. "I'm not sad. I want to be sad. Angry and everything in between but there are his things. There Oliver's. Not mine and I don't know what to feel" "Casey, look at me"

“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

" Yes. Well Papa has many clothes. It's there in his wardrobe. If you want some, Ma will surely give them to you " Maximo nodded gently at this. He headed towards the door but then suddenly stop to say this. " Don't have any lustful thought about me Arlene. Can we be siblings? That's the best I could offer you. I'm sorry about this evening. I was carried away by my emotions, that's all " Maximo walks out to meet Ma'am Eda without waiting for the lady's words. He is the Italian Mafia Boss but now a simple man who lives in the heart of Texas.

“Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.” "For the first you get a babysitter and for the second you get... these beauties.” He said, showing some false IDs "They gave them to me last night, I didn't know the name of your former older brother-in-law, therefore, his name will be Rico Ruiz, I hope he has a Latin face.” "Hmm…” I think I forgot to tell you that Olivia's mother was Spanish. "Was that what the photos were for?" "Exactly, by the way.” he started smiling "Welcome to the best trip of your fucking life. It'll be the bomb!"

Oliver had another strawberry yogurt and a chicken sandwich on his tray. "Great, tell me about yourself ..." While Oliver and I chatted animatedly over lunch, Max walked into the cafeteria looking for me. As soon as he saw me, he stopped short as he looked at Oliver. All he did was shake his head in denial, turn on his heel, and walk away.

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“I get that you probably don’t want the competition though. I’m already sexy as hell, if I out-muscle you it would be tragic.” He stops at the edge of the black foam mats, taking in the assembled team. He’s doing his best not to let it show, but he looks entirely out of his element. A rogue hacker suddenly dropped into a den of seasoned killers, but his chin tilts up in that familiar, defiant gesture. "Right," Oliver says, clapping his hands together once. "Who gets to beat me up first?" Max pushes off the wall. The Scottish sniper is a towering wall of muscle, looking every inch the Viking warrior. He steps onto the mat, his bare feet sinking slightly into the foam.

Robert beckons us toward the massive feast that has been prepared. David sits at the head of the table, with Robbert on one side and Sara on the other. Kylie is next to Robbert with Ashleigh on her other side. Everyone else files onto the table, Oliver and I sit on one end of the table not wanting anything to do with his father. Low conversation is still going as we all help ourselves to the massive feast in front of us. Oliver sitting next to me chats away with Alex as Meghan and I bond over our love for hikes and simple homemade crafting ideas.