Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

He comes down smiling and to my side looking at the beautiful tree that in another year we rode together: — Madre Díos, we are very good at this, partner. - exclaims Carlos, hugging me, smelling my hair and then gives me a kiss. — Very good. —Exceptional. - Smiling reinforcement. —You know what would be exceptional? - asks Carlos, straightening my hair. —No, and if that’s what I’m thinking, I won’t do it for you.- I reply in a tone of malice. — But I know you like it. - claims Carlos, giving a kiss on the tip of my nose.

“Mr. Max, you have taken the enemy prisoner and are ready to execute them again?” “Yes, I'm ready, that's part of my life.” Max Anderson is a young werewolf who is most feared, sinister, and famous for always giving no mercy to all of his enemies or the rebels. He executed someone with pleasure and satisfaction. To keep fighting enemies and eliminating them is part of Max's life. He never looked at anyone as his enemy, weak or strong, rich or poor, if that person became his enemy he would immediately eliminate him.

Amara called and ran to me, her hands wrapped around my legs, “I didn’t think I would see you.” “Thanks for your help, we really appreciate it.” Maxon said to the securities and they nodded before walking away. He he returned his gaze back to me, staring down at me from head to toe. His gaze stopped at the blood dripping down my arm and he shook his head before he looked down at his watch. He cleared his throat, “I would have said we should stay back and have some more fun, but it’s quite late, and you kids have to sleep early because we’re going to a trip tomorrow.” He announced.

In the end, I concluded that Maximo is the kind of guy, who usually is always arrogant and prideful, and is used to getting angry at everyone. No one ever dared to quarrel with him, so no one noticed his attribute. As long as I could shout even louder, fiercer, and more barbaric than before, Maximo would immediately become as weak as a little child. So, it's like, I can deal with him more like this in the future!

“You’ll always have us. And tonight, there’ll be wolves from all the alliance packs. They always bring their newly-shifted for these ceremonies to help them find their mates. You have to stay close to the packhouse, okay?” He leans forward, hopeful… then scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue. “Oh, I hope it’s not a girl. I wouldn’t know what to do with her. Like, emotionally? Yes. Physically? Babe, I’d cry.” The entire car—guards included—loses it. The driver’s wiping tears from his eyes, May’s cackling, and even Caden is laughing under his breath like he can’t stop it. It’s the best part of Max. He’s huge—bigger than Ryan, even—and built like a warrior, but when he talks, he’s all sa

I growled. “It still doesn't change the rumours about you being a beast.” He said, and anger took over. I wanted to tear him apart, but it'd be more than enough reason to end me. I could tell that that was what he wanted. “What's your name?” I asked, and he sighed. “Maxwell. Maxwell Ari.” “Maxwell Ari, why is it rumoured that you have a small cock, and that you can't satisfy your wife?” I asked, and he chuckled nervously.

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.

I got into the woods, so many thoughts going through my head. The voice in my head stronger now that I'm ackowledging who and what, my wolf Mia, she's telling me to calm down but I can’t. Not until I ran into something big. Not something, someone. He was handsome, brown short hair the kind of style that says I didn’t try but I definitely did with hair gel and a blow dryer. I chuckled to myself. He has electric blue eyes, he’s really tall-- I’d say around 6’4”. I wasn't totally in tune with my senses but something sure smelled amazing, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

“Where’s your lover boy? Tell him to show his face! “I want to kill you! I’ll tear you to pieces! “I’m looking right at you…” I jerked my head back. Amid the crowded street, I couldn’t find that silhouette anywhere. However, the malicious gaze on me was hard to ignore. The malice radar went off. In the distance, a man with a baseball cap stood among the crowd. A terrifying, ink-red 5000 pulsed above his head. It was Cameron, and his malice value had soared to 5,000. Something in his hand glinted in the sunlight.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.