Solo Max Newbie Novels & Stories

THE NEXT DAY I'm in the training area; I don't see Bruno, maybe he fell asleep; Maximo and my brother approach us to start. —Today, we will start differently; we will practice mixed combat tactics, you will be in pairs; and you will change opponents after two rounds, start! —said Maximo, addressing the warriors. I walked towards my combat area with Connor. he had become my partner because no one else could match me until Maximo said otherwise, and now he was training me.

Trevor scoffed and looked angrily at Max. "Hey... I'm just trying to be a good man here... Hear me out here, babe, stay home, okay?" Max didn't want to sound too authoritarian in front of Trevor, he tried his hardest to speak calmly to the stubborn man in front of him. This behaviour was once again so not him, being patient was a new thing for him.

I said. “Way deep down?” she laughed. “He’s an orphan, he didn’t grow up with pack members, never trained, barely got through high school, can’t keep a job to save his life, he needs someone to see the good in him, train him, teach him how to adapt and be the best version of himself that he can be,” I said. “You’re going to be good father Ry,” she said with a smile. “I hope so,” I said. At seven pm as Megan and I ate dinner, I heard the boat as Max returned. He took the short route to his cabin through the trees directly from the dock and I smiled to myself as the noises on the island settled down.

he said. Bella lowered her face. "But nevermind" He said and she looked at him, "I'll properly introduce myself to you." he added. Bella was interested. "My name is Gerald Smith. I am the the only child of my parents. My dad is the owner of Codes, a technological company that specializes in creating apps, websites and the likes of it for phone manufacturing companies, banks ecetera ecetera." He said. "Wow! You're a millionaire" she said.

“The opponent will never give you a chance to breathe. If you train your body to always be on, it’ll never turn off.” “Fucking shit,” I mumbjhled under my breath as I dropped back into stance. He had a point. Plus, nothing he’d said had been proven wrong yet. We went back and forth a few times with random jabs or punches. Then, Max found a way to slide behind me, giving me the perfect opportunity to use the new kick he’d taught me. I threw it once and he blocked it from hitting his face with a grunt. “Good,” he said. “Go again.”

One might start a journey with a footstep, the thrill of an amazing adventure and bearing in mind, whatever he or she may be able to discover at the other end of the road. Life means considerably more than just living and most of the time we get trapped in our daily activities that we forget to realise that our imperfect bodies needs some form of excitement. But Uncle Max did not see life the way I saw it – rather he went to work, came back from work, ate, sleep and then repeat. With a new smile on his face every morning, he always joked about his boss calling him a loner. Something I was not unfamiliar with. A loner is a man who is alone. A man who enjoys avoiding the company of others. As

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

There was a crackle of static, then Max’s voice came through; clear and steady. “10-4, Less. We got ears on you. Be safe.” His voice held just enough warmth to remind me I wasn’t alone, but not enough to distract me. I took a slow breath, rolled my shoulders back, and hit record on the landline console. The red light blinked on, steady and silent. Game time. I flip through my phone and find the first number… Alessandro. One Ring. Two Rings and voicemail.

Her fingers flew across her keyboard as she hacked into the app, bypassing the payment requirement with ease. With access granted, she created a profile, answering questions and uploading a photo. As she browsed through matches, her eyes landed on a profile that caught her attention. Max, 28, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. His bio read: "Adventure-seeking writer looking for a partner in crime." Isabelle's heart skipped a beat as she swiped right, her mind racing with possibilities. She waited anxiously for a response, her phone finally buzzing with a message from Max.

“It’s okay. We’ll clean it up. It’s just a blanket. Breathe.” Jamie curled into him, sniffling miserably against Max’s skin. “I’m sorry I lied.” “It’s okay,” Max said softly, pressing a kiss to his temple. “But can you tell me why you met some guy from an app? You really like me enough to cum while giving head?” Jamie’s face burned. He buried it deeper into Max’s neck. “I’m sorry… it was my first time.” Max let out a soft, surprised laugh. “First time or thousandth time, I don’t think people usually like giving head that much.”