The Blue Max Novel Novels & Stories

Dad yelled telling Chachu to get his gun. Chachu kept dad's gun with him as Dad has been a bit short-tempered especially if any guy comes anywhere near Tami, Sri, or me. So Mom told Chachu to keep it with him, or she will throw it away. She did this as Chachu was the only level-headed man in the family apart from Dadu as my cousin, Siddh was just like Dad as he followed him in everything. " Gautam, calm down!! So what if he is a Casanova? Sahil was also like that, see how much he has changed. " Mom argued.

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.

There was no one to interrupt their intimacy—to the blue night, rising tide, or even someone peeking in on their activities. Max knew that, but he let that person enjoy their game with suppressed rage. Max was now the winner. Ivory drooped weakly in his arms after serving and making love to him all night. The blue moon is one of the sources of the wolf's power, and that's what Max is using for tonight so that he can get pleasure from the woman he's admired since he first met her and control everything, even if it might only be for a moment. Who knows, that moment could be forever.

" We started walking down the path to the lake, passing through a meadow with yellow and purple wildflowers blooming along the side of the path. "Mommy, Daddy, I want to play in the water!" Max jumps up and down beside me, almost slipping on the gravelly ground. "Be careful, Max." I caught his hand before he could fall. "And the water is cold. Are you sure you want to go in?" Max nodded. "Of course! I'm Maximus Prime! I’m not afraid of cold water!" "Geez..." I muttered. Pascha chuckled next to me. "Let it go, Bee. If he gets cold, he'll learn on his own."

“My apologies, Your Majesty of the Giant Tires.” Max grinned wide, his black bangs falling over part of his forehead, his chubby cheeks still carrying the evidence of a long day and, somehow, a small smudge near his chin that I was certain had not been there five minutes ago. His eyes were bright blue. Too bright. Too familiar. The kind of blue that should have stopped having the right to disturb my nervous system years ago. But then he lifted both little hands as if gripping an imaginary steering wheel and made a highly dramatic screeching-brake sound, and that face became entirely his again.

Despite how much I hated Max, my father, I couldn’t help but feel a grudging respect towards him, and gratitude, for staying true to his word. Luca rifled through the bunches of paper, the documents I’d stuffed into the bag. I hadn’t even thought about the irony of it. But as Luca kicked the bag and sent it flying, the papers tumbled from the sack, all covered with the gaudy blue heading, THE BLUE ORCHID CASINO:MANHATTAN’S FIRST LUXURY GAMBLING HOTEL. “Bastard,” he growled, and turned and fired. But now I could hear voices, shouting, and there was a shadow at the bottom of the warehouse floor as the police entered.

"It was good, as always. Too bad you missed it. Max, I'm calling you about something extremely serious. I just found out about this and decided to call you to stand up to such brutality." In London, Maximiliano, who had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a thick white bathrobe, was finishing packing the few things he had taken out of his suitcase. That early morning, they would be leaving for the apartment he had just purchased; they would do so under a security protocol that B.J. and other agents, plus hotel security, already had in place. He sat up in his bed to take that call, surprised to hear that grim and serious tone in the voice of the crazy and unrestrained (also funny) D

AIYANA As soon as I reach the parking lot, the cold air hits my warm skin. My eyes find his truck. It’s blue like the sky right before dawn, actually, exactly like the sky at three in the morning. It looks just as out of place as he does, rugged and brooding. Maxim is already standing by the truck, fists still stained with blood, muscles taut like he's holding himself back from exploding again. He nods toward the truck and looks at me.

eating her dust. Well, you got one thing right about her, anyway. “Frankly, Mr. Blue,” Hannah mocked herself with an eye roll as she slowed down to a crawl and carefully navigated the shiny blue Mustang through town. It belonged to Sal’s nephew, Micah, who was stationed overseas with the army at the moment and had left his prized possession with his uncle for safekeeping. Sal thought it would be a good way to give it some road time after being garaged for so long. Normally Hannah would have been more than happy to put some miles on the blue beast. All she had to do was even think about getting her foot close to the gas pedal and the thing leaped forward like the uncivilized stallion it had b

Maxim said, stopping in front of the club. “Wait there,” Blue said. Wait for what? I thought. I watched both males walk around the car and open our doors and I relaxed, silently calling myself an idiot. Blue extended his hand to me and I took it, trying like hell not to flash or moon anyone standing in line. I watched Maxim throw his keys to someone and Blue wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tight against him. In a way I was happy for it, I had zero confidence about walking in four inch heels and I was pissed I wore them after only a few steps.