Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

Briefly, the Greek god at the front looks at me, I could almost swear he looks like he could either eat me in a way that makes my insides want to melt or he wants to murder me. His vibes don't scream attracted. As the mouth watering group of men head to the door Max greets them. Max, who is wearing all black skinny jeans and a black top, his usual look, big and broad shoulders with a nose ring and black painted fingernails is the owner. Steps out with beers in hand, smoking. "My boys, I'm so happy you could make your way out of the woods to see me." The Greek god and Max hug, and they walk in. Before Max goes inside he comes next to me and lends in.

I find Maximo at the door, and he is out smoking his famous poison. He is in a black tight shirt that is showing off the muscles and tattoos on his arms. He is so huge that he nearly fills the whole space at the door. Looking at him, I feel pity for the woman they are saying is their soulmate, because how will she handle both men at the same time with their huge dick? All I know is that she probably won’t be able to walk for months. Poor thing. I frown and shake my head. Maximo smirks as if he knows what’s going on in my mind.

Why would Ambrose want to show off his wife? Right then, Max passed by. Larissa quickly pulled him over. "Max is here. If you have any problems, just ask him!" Max looked confused, not knowing what happened, and said awkwardly, "Madam, I'm not familiar with Monarda Island's business." Larissa patted his shoulder, encouraging him, "Then you should become familiar with it. You're Max. Your name means the greatest. You're the number one in all aspects! I believe you can do it."

He hopped onto his mount — a perfectly round pig with short legs but surprising speed — and sprinted across the meadow, through a forest of glowing mushrooms, toward Max’s gamertag. When he finally found him, MegaMax was hanging off a cliff edge, health bar flashing dangerously low. A monster towered over him, massive and ridiculous, all jagged horns and bright neon eyes, like a nightmare that had been dropped into a children’s cartoon. “What the—” Jamie muttered, already throwing himself into the fight. Max’s character rolled away, barely. Jamie’s fingers flew, muscle memory and panic. Heal, dodge, buff, strike, please don’t die. In his headset, Max laughed breathlessly like he wasn’t one h

Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding. Ignoring the onlookers, I yanked on my sweats, grabbed my backpack, and stalked out of the locker room. I hadn't taken more than a few strides when I spotted Czar, my best friend and future royal beta of Sunhaven, heading towards me with a deepening frown etched on his face. This isn't good. I stopped, looking him dead in the eyes as if to check what was going on through his dark orbs. "What is it?" I demanded, halting on my track.

Cecilia knew it even that man was wear a black crow mask. He has fair skin, a pair forest green eyes, dark chocolate hair and red cherry lips. If Hugo seems a man who like to playing around, this man look so serious and cold. "Take a seat, Miss. Do you want coffee or tea?" "No, thanks. I just want to meet Hugo." "Unfortunately, Hugo isn't available right now. But, I can help you too." "Oh really? Are you Hugo's friend?" "Ah, where is my manner," He rose from the chair and bowed, "My name is Maxwell, Hugo's friends. Everybody called me as Max."

She had been marked and imprinted with a human. Leonidas Maximilian was a pure human who was only unfortunate enough to be associated with shape-shifters, wolf-shifters to be exact. According to the data his men had gathered, Leonidas Maximilian is also, unfortunately, a blood brother to a turned wolf Alexander Maximilian who also happens to be also on his list to kill. Unfortunately, he is under the protection and is a part of the Tacita Mortes Pack.

My voice comes out echoey and distorted, muffled by the snarls and snaps of teeth, claw and body colliding. My body starts to shake violently, my bones breaking and reforming but my eyes never leave my target as he fights against a large brown wolf I now recognise as Abaddon's. I dig my newly formed claws into the dirt, feeling the strength of Onyx's form rushing back to me. "It's been too long." She grumbles, but we don't have time for pleasantries, Eligor is already overpowering Abaddon and it would be easier for us if he was still distracted.

Aragon's bag flew on the floor, and she got angry about it. "What are you doing? Haven't you seen me coming? Are you bound?!?", she shouted at her and she quickly ask sorry for what happened. " I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't notice. Here is your bag." She asked for forgiveness and Asher's mom quickly took it from her while glaring at her. She came closer and notice that she's a new face. She didn't know that Mikael died and Max replace his position as the head of a design team. She's the main reason why their company is having good reviews and compliments among merchants all over the city of Texas and New York itself.

I booked an Uber, got home early, ate, slept, and prepared myself for the little heartfelt speech I was about to give my parents so they’ll let me go on vacation to the Maldives, alone. There was a loud knock at the door. Going over to open it, there stood Maxwell in all his glory. His shoulders were so broad and muscular, giving me the urge to run my hands through them. His chest stood out proudly and his stomach was divided into eight visible packs. Holy Moly…why were they so hot?