Solo Max Novels & Stories

“Those are your school shoes.” “He doesn’t have emotional support.” I turned slowly. “What?” Max pointed at the left sneaker lying crooked in front of him, its laces spread open like the casualty of a very small war. His black bangs covered most of his forehead, his cheeks were still soft from sleep, and his expression was painfully serious, which was deeply unfair because the child looked like a version of Rafael who could be bribed with cheddar crackers. “The right shoe has lights.” He lifted his right foot, shook it once, and tiny blue lights flashed along the sole. “He’s happy. The left shoe is dead. He’s lonely.”

Max turned to the car they were looking at, "See! I told you it's a beautiful car," Shola gushed again, "I picked this one. Let's buy it Sol." Solano shot her an intimidating glare, "But we're not buying it." He spoke. "No? But Solano..." "Oma!!!" He warned meaning it was time for her to shut up. "She's got a sharp mouth. You might wanna start putting this one on a leash Sol, as soon as now." Max said in a mocking tone,

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

I yelled in my mind rushing over to maids place. "14 pro Max! It's a 14 pro max! Someone please pinch me, I must be dreaming! Oh no this is a dream, a dream to come soon! Pinch me please! Haaaaa!14 pro max! For me ?!" I yelled again for them to hear screaming all around before bouncing down to were Maxwell was seated jumping unto his laps as I hugged him tight to myself like he was going to run away soon and this is the only chance I have left to hug him.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone to entertain myself while he cooks. "Solitaire? What are you, 50?" Alex suddenly said behind me making me flinch and I almost end up falling from my seat. "What the fuck? Don't scare me like that." I said while trying to calm myself down. "I never knew someone could be so immersed in solitaire." He said as he puts the plate down in front of me before taking a seat. "It's simple and entertaining. Don't judge me." I retorted. Alex puts his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, I didn't realize I was working for a senior citizen." He joked.

With ripped black jeans and a white t-shirt that has seen better days, Max looks as hot as ever with those piercing blue eyes of his that I could get lost in forever. “Let me tell you I'm here for you, however you need. If you want a shoulder to cry on, mine's here. If you need someone to talk to, I'll listen," Max said, coming closer and close enough that his breath was hot on my chest. ,"And if you want a lover with no strings attached until you decide what you want...I can do that, too.” My heart raced in anticipation. Even though I hadn't gotten over Alex yet, the thought of him marrying Shauna pushed aside any guilt I had about moving on. I threw myself into Max's arms, kissing him deep

Forgetting and pushing his memories of Shada and Demian as far away as possible was Max's current goal. "It's okay. Where shall we meet?" Richard developed a grin. "How about... Rebel?" Max nodded his head, then shrugged. "Yeah, that's a pretty good option." *** Later that evening, Max put on a black shirt after finishing his shower. The fresh and strong scent of soap wafted from his burly body. He also sprayed an equally masculine perfume all over his body. Anyone who met Max tonight would definitely want to have him. Before Max left, his cell phone rang several times. It turned out that the call was from Shada. Max bent his face and quickly turned off his cell phone. Meanwhile, Shada who w

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"I can certainly arrange that for you, boss. Though that might not be the best choice." I glanced up at Max. He sat in the chair, legs spread casually, chewing on a wad of tobacco in his mouth. It was a disgusting habit, but none of my promptings had gotten him out of it. I rolled my eyes. He looked so calm as if nothing phased him. I wanted him to act like he understood the gravity of the situation. "What would you suggest?" I demanded, throwing myself back down in the chair. Max shrugged. "Keep weeding out the useless. The one and only good thing about Sara not being here is that she’s not at risk from these disloyal fuckers."