Pietro Maximoff X Reader Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t going to do it! I swear! I just,. I didn’t have a choice, Max! He—” “I told you,” Max cut in, his voice low but furious. “I told you I would protect you from him.” Tears burned in my eyes. “You don’t understand—” “No, you don’t understand, Gianna.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Do you have any idea what I just pulled you out of? Do you even know who that man was?” I blinked. “What?” Max let out a bitter laugh. “That wasn’t just some rich bastard looking for an escort. That was Adrian Fedorov.”

My eyes landed on Damien who is wearing a black suit. "I'm about to leave." He told Maximo with his hands on my shoulders, he stands behind me. He leaned closer to me with his hands on my shoulders, "bye, see you in the evening," he whispered in my ears. My eyes are glued on Maximo, he got the real look of a mafia godfather with his clenched jaw and those angered eyes. Damien let go of my shoulders, then he walked to Maximo. "Bring back some information." Maximo added with his cold voice. "Don't worry, I'll try my best." Damien said with a half smile then he left. About which information they were talking about?

I was one hundred percent sure that he had done worse things in his life than what he had just told us. "Wish I could've been there," Nat mumbled, sad to have missed the opportunity. I squeezed Ava's hand. They were bad men who have killed hundreds of innocent werewolves. "Next time, babe," he said and winked at her. "When I was ripping the heart out of Lionel's body, his sister tried to attack me from behind, but I felt a guy hold her back. He helped me kill her. I didn't know him, but he said he was honoured to see, I quote, 'The Legendary Maximilian Romanoff' in action." Max grinned. "I was happy to meet a fan so I invited him to my club, which was coincidentally in the same neighbourhood

Maximo watched me angrily, and said coldly, "I thought you understood what I said last night? It turned out that you did not understand." I stood stunned. "I, Maximo Lombardi, am interested in you. Do you understand?" He stared at me sternly and said in his deep voice, "You are a young novelist, writing those love things, so don't pretend that you don't understand me." After he finished speaking, he did not wait for me to say anything and turned to leave. I stared at his back in a daze. I, Maximo Lombardi, am interested in you. I, Maximo Lombardi, am interested in you.

He snarled in his naked form, only wearing shorts to cover his private part. "She's human Max!" Giovanni yelled. "She's my fucking mate, mine!" He growled and jumped on Giovanni, punching him in his face, Giovanni couldn't defend himself since he's the Alpha. "Max!" She yelled and came forward but Marco held her tightly behind. "You can't go in there." He said emotionless. "I have to help h—" "Why do you want to help people who you don't know what they are?" He snarled, showing his white eyes toward her.

Xander begins interrogating Max. No..... no no no no no!. This is all going downhill. This is not how they should have been reacting to the news. So what if it was Amelia's father? The man had committed a crime and he was punished for it Mafia-style, why were they all admonishing Max? he had saved my honor. Max was my hero and not the villain. Mr. Rossi was the bad one. Why was Xander Benson turning against Max? This was not fair. "Answer me, Max. Why are you silent? Where is Dylan? I hope you have buried him already" Xander Benson thunders as Mr.Rossi's face looms clear on Amelia's phone screen.

“Honey, talk to me. What did that son of a bitch do?” Abby remained silent. Explosive fury ate away at his sanity. Any semblance of control he’d achieved over the years was washed away in the eruption. Roman wrapped up his call, climbed in and the truck rolled onwards. Max hadn’t known true hate until that moment, vowing that Petrovich would be a vaporized memory in the red mist of the rising sun. ***

“Looking at your face now, I can tell that's not true. Josh leaned across the table. His scent overwhelmed me, that rich, earthy scent that inspired untamed savagery and lust. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't get a word out without bursting into tears. So I didn't say anything. The space between us felt nonexistent, inconsequential. The heat from his body leaped at me, like flames dancing in the moonlight. “Pietra? Josh asked, his face set in recognition. The sight shocked me. I was so used to people looking at me with pity. Poor Pietra… her father was crushed in a factory accident… poor Pietra, her boyfriend fell into a ravine and split his head… poor Pietra, everyone she loves se

Max smiled and nodded, then led me into the pack house. Right before he opened the door, I heard Layla screaming. "I'M YOUR LUNA!" I rolled my eyes. I'm his mate. He promised I'm the one he wants. He's already told her to leave, I don't understand what her hangup is. Once we opened the door, Wyatt swung around and looked at us. "Ah, Layla. Looks like the maids haven't taken the trash out yet, huh?" Max snickered to me. It took alot in me to hold back my laugh. I don't know this she-wolf, but Max had pretty much filled me in on her during our walk. And just from the stories, I do not like her at all. I looked at Wyatt, and as I looked into his eyes, all I could see was love. I felt like he tr

The moment she mentioned the name, Lily couldn’t help but to feel intrigued–after all, she was a self-proclaimed number one shipper of this great doctor and that mafia boss! “You sound so happy. What is it, Mi amore?” Primo asked with a smile as he raised his legs on the free space of the sofa with his computer on his lap. He tucked his phone between his ear and shoulder, so he could use both of his hands typing on the keyboard.