Solo Max 소설 & 이야기

Max hovered nearby, watching her with that familiar mix of pride and awe. “Alright, everyone!” Landon called, clinking his glass. “Apparently, Max has something dramatic planned. Try not to panic.” Suzi turned to Max, eyebrow raised. “You said it was simple.” He gave her his most charming smile. “It is. I promise.” From the patio, a small drone hummed to life—one of Max’s “minor additions.” It floated above the pool, carrying a black-and-white box labeled “The Bean Reaper’s Redemption.” “Oh no,” Suzi whispered, though she couldn’t help laughing.

Max jumped in, with sparkling ideas "If that’s the case, my cousin’s head over heels for you, I could set up a blind date, what do you think?" "Enough with the blind dates and matchmaking, I’m enjoying my single life, thank you very much, I can enjoy the trip alone, as long as you two don’t keep me up all night with your moans and groans, like last night," I narrowed my eyes remembering how loud they were last night even though they're aware of my presence in the room beside them. Max scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed face, "You heard that?" "I’m not deaf," I replied with a smirk, he laughed with an awkward look, "My bad, sorry."

"He left to be by his mother's bedside in the ICU! And I am left here alone to manage our firm's affairs because you couldn't keep your violent temper in check!" A heavy, suffocating silence fell between us. Maximo stared down at me, his chest heaving under his three-piece charcoal suit. For a brief second, a flicker of genuine remorse flashed deep within his dark eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by the unyielding, possessive intensity that defined everything he was. "If you need someone to manage your firm's affairs, my team is at your complete disposal," Maximo said softly, reaching into his inner jacket pocket and pulling out a small black leather card case. "I will sign whatever bac

Then I met one of the caddies here, who invited me to join as a caddie too. At first I refused, but after finding out who the owner was, Maximilian Vale Keagan, someone I was looking for and needed, I actually hoped that I would be hired. Who doesn't know Max? He is one of the strongest Alphas, a tycoon who owns the world's largest motorcycle and car manufacturing business, as well as countless other businesses in Los Angeles. Max is highly respected and is the Alpha with the largest territory. Rumor said that anyone who opposes him, whether human or werewolf, will only end up in darkness. And anyone who begs him and obeys his wishes will be lifted to a brighter place. If they are lucky, the

My heels struck the dark gray carpet, sharp, three steps, five, then I turned into the mouth of the aisle leading to my team’s block and immediately saw the cause of the world’s collapsing peace. Max was standing beside one of my analysts holding a yellow sticky note in one hand and a marker in the other, glowing like he’d just been handed access to a miniature missile launcher. Today he was wearing a thin navy sweater, cream pants, and white sneakers that of course already had one gray scuff at the toe. His black hair was falling messily over his forehead. His blue eyes were bright, too bright, painfully like someone I did not want to think about.

Selene is silent. Max threw up his hands. "You know what? Just go ahead and do whatever the hell you want. After all, you always find a way to get what you want without my input." Then his voice dropped into something darker. "But don't you for one second think this is what I want." He turned and moved toward the stairs.