Neil X Max Novels & Stories

“That’s right, Captain. We can’t beat Max Lane. Let’s just figure out a way to avoid him.” Jordan grunted coldly as he listened to his teammates discuss this. Avoid Max Lane? Max Lane was now UN Club’s secret weapon, and he was a mid-laner. That wily, old fox, Felix, would figure out a way to expand Max’s influence. He would never let Max back out of the tournament. With such a good player like Max, Felix would keep using him in tournaments! Even the audience was cheering Max all the way. The Great Maximus. Hah!

“We need to talk, and it is very deep.” Max went to the uniform session to find one that fit her. As she placed her hand on the clothes, she became mindful of the conversation. She turned her head to see the three friends together. They were conversing and making jokes. She knew Selena had lied about not recognizing Titus, and she was going to prove it. She listened some more and could hear Selena start talking about Xavier. Max knew who that was. The basketball captain girls can die for. He and Selena are now in a relationship? What had she missed while she was away?

He stands stoic and alone; his body radiates tension that he’s trying to conceal. “Thank you for coming. I thought it would be fitting to rearrange our first meeting in the place where I first met Nellie. I apologise for my earlier behaviour,” Harrison says once we are within earshot. Max looks in wonder at the school; no doubt he’s picturing his mother as a young girl attending school. A lone wolf amongst Lycans. “She came here?” Max asks, looking at every inch of the building in wonder. “We both did, and I also have photographs of her throughout her youth if you would like to look at them with me?” Harrison asks him.

Not sure how they ended up sitting face-to-face, their faces still flushed red from this morning's train incident. Nameplate: The CEO Jonathan. Seeing the nameplate on the desk made Weni's mouth go dry. So, the XL guy on the train was her potential boss? "What's your name?" "Weni Adriana, sir," She answered crisply. "Experience?" "I've been working as a secretary at Djarum Pentole for 10 years!" "Big company, why'd you quit?" "I quit because my friends teased me about being an old maid!" She blurted out too honestly, then quickly clamped her mouth shut.

A little too right for comfort. And I need to pee. I push myself up to sitting, my body complying easily, no ache or protest at all. I kneel on the bed and turn to look at them both. Goddess, these guys hit the genetic lottery. They are both so fucking hot. Xander’s hair is wavy and long, flopping over his forehead, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, his face almost peaceful in sleep. Max’s strong nose and jaw are still covered in that beard, his black lashes just as ridiculously long. Why is it that men always have the best eyelashes without even trying?

Sean hesitated for a moment but still could not fight off the curiosity as he followed Joshua up the stairs. In the study, Neil was sitting in the corner as he read his book quietly, whereas Nigel was looking at different laptops and concentrating on writing his code. Both of them had the same appearance, but their aura was different. Neil was gentle and warm, akin to a ray of sunshine. On the contrary, Nigel was calm, indifferent, and mature.

I saw a particular message from a private page in my DM. You ruined something good. He looked happier with her. Gold digger. You forced your way into that family. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the phone. “Sydney.” Xavier’s voice was closer now. I didn’t realize he had followed me in. “It has been taken down,” he said. “Everywhere it was posted.” I let out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Maybe just the picture,” I said softly, holding up my phone to show him the amount of troll messages I was receiving. “But not everything else…”

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

I wonder sadly. Max I walk to the elevator, got in, and press the button for the ground floor. Today was a good day, the 1991 Tax Prep, finally punching that asshole ex of mine in the face. I can’t believe after eight years I finally got revenge on that asshole for cheating on me. I smile, thinking of the punches I landed in his jaw.

Came the Alpha's order and the Beta sighed. He gave such a loud sigh that the Alpha spared him a quick glare. " And... that's all? What about Alpha Torres? Sparing him all this would be equivalent to giving him the morale to create another larger massacre." Neil was starting to get angry but the Alpha dare not know he was getting angry right in his presence. " You keep taking words out of my mouth, Neil or should I say, Max?" River growled this time and Neil immediately calmed his nerves down. " My apologies."