Solo Max Novels & Stories

“That’s right, Captain. We can’t beat Max Lane. Let’s just figure out a way to avoid him.” Jordan grunted coldly as he listened to his teammates discuss this. Avoid Max Lane? Max Lane was now UN Club’s secret weapon, and he was a mid-laner. That wily, old fox, Felix, would figure out a way to expand Max’s influence. He would never let Max back out of the tournament. With such a good player like Max, Felix would keep using him in tournaments! Even the audience was cheering Max all the way. The Great Maximus. Hah!

He was contacting X-crow and broadcasting it live! I shook my head, knowing what was coming. Max texted: Hey, X-crow. This is Max Smith of Brix Cars. As you may have heard, I am looking to produce the world's quietest car, Sneaker MS 2024. And for that, I need a genius like you to create a one-of-a-kind operating system. All eyes were glued on the screen as soon as Max hit send. We waited for a good minute, and nothing happened. Just when people began to whisper, a reply came in.

— Well, tell me who the bastard was, and I’ll take care of him. — You. - I say smiling. — Wow, you’re pretty straightforward. Well, I’m sorry about the overspending. How about I reward you for that? — At that moment, the only reward I want is a good bath and a time of rest. However, as a solo mother, I cannot afford that. — Really? Let me see then what I can do for you. The phone goes mute and my heart racing: What will Carlos do this time?

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

The only time I was on a plane was probably years back when I saved up alot of money to go on a school trip which was where I met Max. Max Salazar is Mexican and speaks three different languages, he speaks English,Spanish and a little bit of french although I'm guessing he's already speaking a little bit of Korean since his never dying crush on the Korean boy band - BTS is huge. But that field trip that year was one of the best things that happened to me. I was lost in the city of Mexico, I can't remember the name of the particular town we went to but I got lost and I couldn't communicate with the locals there, Max helped me through that and I knew I found my best friend then and there.

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.

“Put your number in my iPhone 16 Pro Maxeu… so we can get married.” I blinked at her, confused as hell. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Amara gasped like I’d just confessed to a crime. “Oh my God. Don’t tell me you don’t know Sean Solo?” My silence must’ve given me away, because she dropped her fork and slapped the table dramatically. “You don’t know Sean Solo? The king of open mindeu? The iPhone 16 Pro Maxeu? Adrien, are you even living?” I frowned, still trying to process the nonsense coming out of her mouth. “I’m literally living right in front of you. And no, I don’t know whoever the hell that is. Sounds like some scammer.”

“My uncle’s not going to run away while he’s with me. You don’t need to be in such a hurry.” “That kid is capable of anything. You’re too soft-hearted to be harsh with him, but he’s not afraid to be ruthless. I’m not coming upstairs—just send him down.” “Alright.” Max didn’t have much luggage. He had returned to the country alone, and now, just as quietly, followed Chris downstairs.

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. Czar scratched his neck. "His majesty wants you to come home. Now!"

I glanced at Max, who smiled proudly. "And I’m the owner too," he added, that charming arrogance intact. I remembered the gym where I interned was his. Maxim had invested all his money and found success quickly, with three gyms already under his belt. Icarus owned a tech company, mainly focused on creating AI security programs. I huffed and rolled my eyes, letting out a little laugh. "Fine, keep yourselves busy while I get ready," I said, turning toward the bathroom. Icarus whispered to Max, half-amused.