Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

I made a point to look away. With my pupils finally adjusting to the light, I could finally see him fully again. And I was taken aback by how different he looked from the day he came to destroy mine and my brother's life. He was wearing a thin but heavily decorated shirt across his bulking muscles, lines, and twines of gold enriching his status as they shined with the same vibrance his eyes did. His long legs were covered in ripped black jeans that hugged his thighs. Alpha Morax was tall, at least 6'3. His face was clean-shaven and his brows were fierce as they stared down at me.

Marco glanced at his men who supported Maximo on their shoulders as they made their way to the pack territory slowly. Maximo was in bad shape and wasn't at all getting better and was weak, never for once had he thought he would be tricked this way. Every step they took felt like a thousand arrows had been shut to his rips creating an excruciating pain, he gnashed his teeth wincing in pain as his insides felt like they were about to fall out and he had no idea why he was able to heal himself.

Celine smirked. ‘You’re an asshole. Who are you anyway? Do you know who I am?’ ‘Celine keeps calling you Dante, so I assume that’s your name. Or did you forget?’ Max huffed. Dante huffed, offended. How can this nobody make fun of him in front of Celine? He’s never even heard of him before. How is he ever going to get in her good graces when he’s failing so miserably every time he tries? ‘I am Dante Rodriguez. We own the largest construction and real estate companies here in San Diego. What do you have to offer?’

Xerxes scratched his head and said, “I… I’m a henpecked husband.” Now, even Jade wanted to laugh. Alex finally stepped onto the Vajra Demonic Ape’s palm. Baymax retracted its arm and placed Alex on its broad shoulders, giving Alex the feeling as though he had fallen into shaggy grass. Baymax was huge and tall, and the fur on its shoulders was too long. It probably never trimmed its fur in its life. When Alex stood on its shoulders, only his head was exposed. He couldn’t see his feet at all.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

His arms go tightly around her, and he gently kisses the top of her head. “Let’s find Maxim,” I whisper, and Monroe points to a cell. I quickly run forward but stop dead in my tracks when I see Maxim. He is shivering, and sweat is running down his face. He is bruised, beaten and has a disgusting wound on his thigh. I am not a pack doctor, but it is clear the wound is infected, and he has a dangerous fever. “Kane, Axel,” I mind link him. “We have a problem. Maxim’s hurt, and there’s no way in hell he’s walking out here on his own.”

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

She wondered if it's the job space May was talking about. Max, the Alpha of the NY Crestdom Pack and also a dangerous and fearful mafia in the city. He is a very tall man with broad shoulders fitted with muscles, his beard was perfectly shaved, he has radiant set of blue eyes, he has slanted medium lips made of matte brown color, he was dangerously handsome also known as the city's playboy.

Robin explained. "Oh please, save us the drama, gorgeous," Max Reed said as he came up to the stage. Max was a lanky, bling-bling kinda guy with a weird smile. He had several chains on his neck and a scorpion tattoo printed on his left arm. His red and black designer outfit showed off his wealth and he struck Robin as the stuck up type, living off his wealthy father's money.

I had no idea they were going to knock him out and send him to his room in the compound. "Don't you think I know that?" Austin shouts causing a few of the brothers to look over towards us. I step up to him, knowing how funny it must look because of our height difference. People used to always say how different he and Max were, where Max was blonde haired, blue eyed and full of fun and jokes, Austin was his opposite. Tall, dark and broody. I always saw it though, they both have the same facial expressions. Reminded me of their father.