Olympe Maxime 소설 & 이야기

“He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.” Max turned sharply, eyes going wide. “THAT grandpa? The one who hugged me at that party?” I nearly choked. Oh, that party. The one where we first showed up with Max… and Ben. My father held out his hand, but Max ran past it and hugged his leg. “My name is Maxime… wait, Maximus Prime! I like robots, dinosaurs, and science! But I also love fried chicken, and I can say ‘thank you’ in three languages!”

Then, Charlie donned an egotistical smirk and continued, “Max, I don’t want to brag, but my driving skill is the best in the city. I even earned a nickname—Schumacher of Aurous Hill!” Max curled his lips disdainfully. “D*mn it! You? Schumacher of Aurous Hill? Do you even know what Schumacher looks like?” Charlie sneered contemptuously, “Suck it, pal.” Max snorted, “Huh! It’s your mouth, you can say whatever the hell you want to say! I don’t believe you! Schumacher of Aurous Hill driving a BMW 520? Oh my God, you’ve gotta be kidding me! A simple press on my accelerator and you will only be able to smell my exhaust smoke!”

The Alphas at the tournament won’t hold back either. Maxim is the toughest opponent I have ever encountered, besides Alpha Menno. He has no significant weak points, no flaws. His technique, speed and strength are exceptional. Although Alphas are genetically superior to others by nature, Maxim is on another level among all the Alpha heirs I have ever seen. I didn’t get out much, and I haven’t seen other Alphas fight, but you can just tell by his aura. He trains hard for it though. He deserves all the credit he is getting.

He could see in her eyes that she was fighting it. “Together,” she moaned. “Fuck, yeah!” As though that was all she’d been waiting for, Maxima started to come. Her pussy rippled around him, tightened and clenched and stroked. As she cried out, Liam swallowed the soft, whimpering sounds. His own orgasm bore down on him, and he gave himself up to it, lost himself to her. Shuddering, shaking, he collapsed against her as the most powerful climax of his life took hold of him.

Well, all but one. Thing is, on the wall just a little adjacent to the right side of the table was the largest monitor Megan had ever seen; like it was the combination of three of the world's largest monitors mounted on the glass wall without any strain to it. On its display was the map of the world; every continent, country, and region marked with an algorithmic assessment of different threat levels in numbers in relations to the various current events occurring in them in real-time. Now, that was Dennis Ahmad, Director of Olympus, she thought. The monitor showed the extent of his true power; and she couldn't help but be awed by it for a few seconds.

’ She shrugged those thoughts off and smiled at Maxime. “Can I ask you a favor?” Alexa asked. “Anything for you, Young Lady,” Maxime smiled from ear to ear, eager to please. Maxime is a short lady, about 4ft and 9inches. Her chubby cheeks made her cuter. She’s not lean, but she’s not fat either. Wearing a maid’s uniform does not hide her curves. Instead, it shows them off, giving a view of her perfect symmetry. She’s bubbly, soft-spoken, helpful, and fun to work with. There’s never a dull moment when she’s at work.

Tyr couldn’t contain his doubts any longer and finally asked. Maxime gave a small smile. Without hiding anything, he replied, “Yes. I am 140 years old this year. I rely on these lamps to keep my body from deteriorating. However, although I can borrow the power of Mother Earth, these lamps bestow a great side effect to me in return. I’m the one to blame. It’s a bad habit I picked up when I was younger. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have used this thing.” Tyr detected a trace of disgust in Maxime’s tone when it came to the Septuple Lamps. Tyr didn't know what kind of backlash the Septuple Lamps would cause, but based on the way Maxime put it, this backlash wasn’t something ordinary people could handle

I knew that she used sunscreen, many times I had helped her to put on her shoulders, but the sun had left its trace on her, making her even more beautiful if possible, although I knew that her skin tone was very white just like mine, but unlike her, I exposed myself to the sun very little and my skin looked pale and sick. Livie broke eye contact when she heard someone calling her before she headed to that place, I followed her with my gaze towards where she was going, noticing how she froze when she met Daniel Gómez, the basketball team captain, and although I wasn’t short with 7’10, it could be said that Daniel was more than five inches taller and he was considered a dwarf in front of the r

Within the grand estate of the Blue Moon Pack, in the serene yet imposing atmosphere of the back garden, Olivia stood clad in a deep wine-colored gown. Her expression was austere, concealing the deep envy she had long buried. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a curtain, hiding a heart brimming with jealousy. “Max, you need to know the truth,” she began in a low yet sharp tone, her piercing eyes carefully observing his reaction. Max stood beside her, his tall frame exuding an air of authority. His chiseled features were shadowed by the dim light, his hands clasped firmly behind his back.

However, Maximilia could do that. She squatted. “Come up and hold me tight. My current cultivation base is limited, and this is all I can do.” Alex unabashedly leaned toward her and wrapped his arms around her neck. Maximilia was not as tall compared to Jade, but she was plumper overall. When he leaned against her, he was filled with her pheromones. Moreover, she was very fragrant. Alex sniffed her hair. “What is this fragrance?”