Olympe Maxime Novels & Stories

A very gravely voice asks them , maximus does not b**e an eye, " It's good to hear your terrible voice Taliban, are you hungry or something? Because your voice is never this terrible?" There is sound that felt like laughter sounding everywhere. "Oh you old goat maximus, it's good to smell you again, you still smell awful by the way and yes am hungry, my wife won't sleep with me, and you never smell this awful maximus no water in the Mediterranean sea? " And they both started laughing before the gate suddenly opened up and Liam's eyes almost popped out, everything was white, like blinding shinning white, and the whole city was litered with incredibly beautiful women , dressed in nothing other

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

“Cap, you gonna give us the play-by-play, or what? Don’t make me crowdsource this shit.” “There’s nothing to tell,” I say, voice flat, tugging my shirt over my head. “Bullshit,” Dylan fires back. “You vanished with him. What’s his name?” Owen glances up, finally looking me in the eye. “Maxime. Maxime Tremblay.” I freeze, shirt tangled around my face. “How do you know that?” Owen smirks. “Because I pay attention. Junior. Journalism major. He works at The Meeting Point. Try talking to people sometime.”

Trevor looked a little worried, but Maxim interrupted him. "I can see why you look so worried" Maxime smiled "you don't have to worry about your heat period or Max's pheromones, unfortunately, my son isn't sensitive to people's pheromones even when an Omega is in heat. Besides, he has the ability to make his pheromones disappear, you won't feel his pheromones unless he wants you to." As he said that, the three, Klayne sighed at the same time. Trevor looked at them curiously and just nodded.

My cheeks get hot as I quickly click off her profile and turn to him. “Nothing. Her real name is Esmerelda Maxine Swallows.” “Esmerelda? A little old English. Maxine isn’t much better. I see why she chose Max.” He says. “I think her name is beautiful,” I say, feeling defensive. “Oh, do you?” He eyes me suspiciously. “What else do you think is beautiful? Do you think she is beautiful, too?” He smiles mischievously. “She’s now a part of Abercrombie holding.”

Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus. The seventh is considered the lowest rank of all, and it is called the Summoning Caste. These are the people who can summon any kind of animals, creatures, beasts, and other living things in the Olympus. Through the power vested in them, they can understand, talk to, and command them. Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them.

Between the gentle oak scent and the smell of the earth before the rain. “Eastern people love to eat spicy food.” Anthea softly mumbled repeating Maxi's words. There was an awkward expression on his face. “Are you missing your country?” Maxi took a small sip of wine while asking. The pungent taste of 'Goute d'Or' melted on the tip of his tongue, making Maxi's mind even sharper. Although the light wasn't enough for him to see Anthea's face clearly, Maxi could still feel her cold gaze on him.

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

I muttered. “The pleasure is all mine,” Maximus said, holding out his hand. “Maximus Vanucci.” “Yeah…we figured that out,” I murmured, taking his hand. His grip was firm yet soft, and I had to look away as he peered straight into my eyes, his amber ones watching me like I was some sort of riddle he needed to solve. “Maximus is the owner of the global fashion brand Bellavanti. He was recently voted as the ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ in the United States,” Leonardo said. “And ranked second in Times…”

Then I met one of the caddies here, who invited me to join as a caddie too. At first I refused, but after finding out who the owner was, Maximilian Vale Keagan, someone I was looking for and needed, I actually hoped that I would be hired. Who doesn't know Max? He is one of the strongest Alphas, a tycoon who owns the world's largest motorcycle and car manufacturing business, as well as countless other businesses in Los Angeles. Max is highly respected and is the Alpha with the largest territory. Rumor said that anyone who opposes him, whether human or werewolf, will only end up in darkness. And anyone who begs him and obeys his wishes will be lifted to a brighter place. If they are lucky, the