Mha Majestic Novels & Stories

We wave goodbye as she walks away. Further up the road, we find a luxurious hotel. It’s eight stories high. It has a large fountain out the front with lily flowers floating in the water. A man in a suit greets us and opens the door for us. A strong fragrance smell hits us as we enter to see flowers in large vases. The sitting area is luxurious, with red velvet chairs and mahogany furniture. We approach the front desk, where an older gentleman serves us. Alpha Maximus pays for a week in advance. He takes the key, and we step into the elevator, arrive at the top floor, and enter our room.

She was so excited that she started crying. "Dad, you're awake. That's great! You've been in a coma for a whole week." "Don't cry, Helen. I'm fine." Mason forced a smile as he looked at Helen. Then, his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a familiar face. "Majes— Mr. Henderson. Why are you here?" He almost yelled out "Majestic Ruler" in his excitement. The name Majestic Ruler was known all over the world. Evil-doers cowered at the mention of his name. The rich were nothing before him. Even the leaders of the greatest nations in the world had to show him some respect.

The mansion had everything: a swimming pool, home theater, greenhouse, library, kitchen and well-stock pantry, cellar, many bedrooms, high windows, and valuable paintings that must have been in museums, I guess. I had never been to such an expensive place before. I knew there were a lot of things, but I had skipped them because I would not spend my entire life in this golden cage. I couldn't care less if my husband was a billionaire, criminal, or Greek god! All I care about is getting out of this place.

Craven said with such tenderness in his voice. Majesta pulled away from him and finally really looked at him. He didn’t look over twenty-five, but then again, she was never great with age. As she looked, she noticed that he seemed to hide behind his hair, maybe to keep her from seeing him. Majesta lifted her hands running them through his thick hair. It felt like silk on her fingers, and she heard him moan slightly from the touch. It gave her great joy to make him feel good, but it bothered her that she could find joy in that. Finally, she pushed his hair out of his face and looked him in the eyes without the falling into the sea feel to them. In that one look she knew so many things, one wa

There is only him. The wealthiest man in the world. Owner of Knights Holdings. And Thomas Knights' father. He sits across from me like he owns the world. My blood freezes. What the hell is happening? "Ms. Jones..." he begins smoothly, leaning back into his seat while running his palm over his sleek grey hair. "Pardon my manners, this is the only way I could get your attention." My eyes dart around, looking past Mr. Knights at the two hefty men behind, then back at him.

*Back At The Mansion (On the same night of Rachel's death) * Brayan is found standing motionless in maders chamber as he watches her pull off her hood. He's the only one who's seen mader without her robe. She pulls off the thick black robe only to reveal dark leather hugging her skin tightly. Allowing her curves to be properly outlined and revealing her clear cleavage. Being a young woman who died at the tender age of 20, she maintained her perfect body when she returned. Mader came back as an immortal but she took upon her human flesh; and as some of us well know, the flesh has desires.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

It turned, wheeling around in a circle, and I got a glimpse of the boat Andre had referred to. Except it wasn’t a boat. It was a fucking mega-yacht. The scale didn’t seem real until we drew closer. There was a helipad at one end of the yacht, but that circular space took up only a pinprick of the length of the ship. There were five floors—decks?—above the water line and a huge swimming pool on the opposite end as the helipad. The name Majestic was written in cursive script on the side of the ship.

He said and they walked toward the garden, as they reached the garden they saw Max arguing with a woman. "Shut the fuck up! We are nothing!" He snapped harshly to the woman, Jayla gasped at the woman beauty. She was beautiful, black long hair with blue eyes, she remembered her. She was Hailee. "You're my mate Max, we were supposed to rule this world." She shouted at Max who was barely controlling his wolf. "You are not ruling this world, my mate is!" "You're my mate, she's using you. Fuck sake, she's a witch!" She yelled.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.