Maxxie Oliver Skins Novels & Stories

Something restrained, something trying to break free. He didn’t notice someone approach until a voice spoke beside him. “Hey. That’s new.” Oliver glanced up. Max leaned against the table, arms folded casually. His hair looked like it had lost an argument with the wind, and his expression held the kind of easy curiosity that didn’t feel intrusive. “Oh—uh.” Oliver pushed the sketchbook slightly forward. “Just an idea.” Max bent closer to look. For a few seconds he didn’t say anything. Oliver braced himself.

And Aurora insisted, “But this is an alliance, Maxie. We are going to the battlefield together one day. I can’t stand aside and do nothing when a real capable person like you gets bullied and dismissed, while scumbags like Baron and Owen take the wheel!” Maxie bit her lips and subsided into silence. Aurora stared at her and asked abruptly, “What happened to your arm?” Maxie was wearing long sleeves. But her sleeves rolled up when she tried to shut the door, revealing her upper arm. There were a few striking bruises on her skin. All seemed relatively new. Maxie panicked and quickly pulled off her sleeve to cover her skin. But it was too late.

Olivia exclaimed blushing. "I had already worried that you didn't show interest in the opposite sex.” he continued, ignoring her. “Huh?” “With your age and you only talked about music and movies? I thought…” “Stop!” Exclaimed Livie in horror, getting up from the sofa “I can't hear any more of this, we'll be in my room watching a movie.” "But he's a man, darling.” “Really? I thought he was a bird” She ironized, twisting her eyes “Dad, it's Mark, you've known him since he was thirteen.”

Robin explained. "Oh please, save us the drama, gorgeous," Max Reed said as he came up to the stage. Max was a lanky, bling-bling kinda guy with a weird smile. He had several chains on his neck and a scorpion tattoo printed on his left arm. His red and black designer outfit showed off his wealth and he struck Robin as the stuck up type, living off his wealthy father's money.

“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.

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.

"Max, whatever it is you need to tell me, it has to be here and now." Max held his breath, sensing the weight of his confession and uncertain of how Chloe would react. He tightened his grasp on her hand, drawing strength from their connection. "The meeting with Mr. Singh didn't go well." *** Ollie strolled through the event grounds, marveling at the exquisite designs adorning the bodies of New York's elite. She held grand aspirations that extended beyond her current role as a lingerie designer. Ollie dreamt of dressing celebrities across America, making her mark in the world of fashion.