Mxm Meaning Novels & Stories

Chapter: 11 ****** "You know you could do better than walking behind me all the time." Lord Xrysos's voice broke into Damon's line of thoughts. Damon chanced a glance at his Master and saw Xrysos speaking to one of the Lord of the House Of Sells. Lord Linus.

Jamie watched as the other two spun around to check out the room. "Man, the color is so creepy," Tommy spoke a little softly this time, he has only just noticed the blood-red painted walls. "My thoughts exactly." Jamie agreed. "The bigger the better." Mike cut through their wandering minds and they were forced to stare at him as if he had gone completely mad. "Come again?" Jamie asked, stunned at the boy's calmness.

Alexis said and it was quickly followed by waves of laughter. "Well, we all saw this coming. Now we can finally end the petty rivalries between clans, yes?" she said and the people nodded and raised their glasses in agreement. "That's good. In this economy, even us criminals can't afford such useless rivalries," Alexis said. "Now please, enjoy the night and I promise that everyone will come out alive." Everyone in the hall clapped as Alexis was given the ring that signifies her position. Her eyes spotted mine and a smirk formed on her face. She walked towards me with Milan following behind her.

"The security protocols down there are so tight a stray seagull couldn't land without getting logged." "True," she sighed, leaning against the glass railing next to me, her expression dropping its usual mask of wealthy detachment. "But you need to look at this. Marcus just intercepted a high-frequency transmission from the mainland. The liquidation of the Hale Syndicate's European holdings just hit a massive, unexpected legal snag." I snapped my head around, my elite training immediately kicking my pulse into high gear. "What kind of snag? Vane bought out their primary debt lines on Thursday morning. The court orders were ironclad."

It was only the stupid mating bond thoughts speaking, none of this was me! “No, thanks! I honestly don't think we have anything we need to catch up on about each other’s lives,” pulling my arm back, I could feel half of my heart breaking in two due to the momentary sad expression he showed after hearing my answer. “Our Mothers might, strangely, be friends now, but it doesn't mean we need to be too. So, if you excuse me, I need to leave now... Merry Christmas.” Merry Christmas… was it appropriate to say right now?

Chapter: 30. ****** “Mrs. Mebel you really should stop crying, this isn't good for your health," Stella begged for the umpteenth time that day. She hated seeing any of them hurt this way, she is as a Mother to Mebel and a Grandmother to Steven, they are her family since she has none.

Miko gave her a short nod, even as Eva’s DI gave her a brief video that broke down the different licenses. “The MBX is an alliteration for the Military, Bespoke, and Experimental license,” Miko replied. “We can qualify for the CCI here at the Bureau, which will be required for the MBX.” “Could we get the MBX here, too?” Eva asked. “Could get it all done in one shot if possible.” “No. Those can only be acquired through the military, or through corporate sponsorship.” “I’d rather avoid the corpo life if at all possible.” “Agreed.”

My instincts kicked in, and I barked back, "Where the hell are you? What's wrong? Who's chasing you?" My head spun as I frantically scrambled for my keys, knocking over the candles with my feet in the chaos. The sound of shattering glass filled the air. "No, hold on..." My brother's labored breathing filled the line, his voice cracking under the strain. But despite the distance and static, his words somehow cut through, and I felt a jolt of primal understanding as I could hear every of his jumble words clearly– a connection that only twins could share. Maybe? "Giovanni Marino..." My brother's voice trembled, and I could sense the fear radiating from him.

he murmured, unsure if it was a prayer or a plea to the darkness. Dominic’s office smelled of leather and smoke. The skyline stretched behind him, windows glinting with the city’s restless energy. Jaxon stood near the desk, hands folded behind his back. His sharp jaw and sleeve tattoo gave him the look of a man carved from Chicago’s streets. “We’ve got a trail,” he said. Dominic leaned back in his chair, gray eyes narrowing. “Harper?” Jaxon nodded. “She’s meeting someone. Regular. We’ve got eyes.”

He keeps his face blank as usual, cold amber eyes staring into nothing as the room smells of smoke, and the mix of Alpha pheromones that always makes his stomach tighten if he doesn’t control his breathing. “We move tonight,” Don Maverick starts as he presses the bud of his burning cigar in the ashtray on the table at his side. His piercing black eyes flicker to the line of guards in front of him, and his lips curl into a devious smirk. “Hotel Solaris. I want it to be quick and quiet.” Ilya listens carefully, like he always does. He has to, because every detail matters when you’re pretending to be something you are not. “I want this job done clean. Understood?”