Who Is Max In Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Max began only to be cut off by the douchebag again. “I love it when you don’t associate that evil hyena with me. Definitely ‘her’ Dad only,” Dominic butt in, only to shut up when Max glared at him. “ …. whom she trusted and loved so much, is a fucking demon with no morals whatsoever and I have a lot to process about this weird non-human shit,” Max continued before he paled. “You won’t go all blood thirsty on me suddenly, will you ?” he shivered all of a sudden when he realized what he had blurted out.

He looked almost apologetic. "My name is Max," he said. "And I am really sorry for scaring you like that. That was not my intention." Bianca did not understand. "Then what was your intention? Why did you drag me over here?" "Because I needed to talk to you in private. Away from everyone else. Away from Anna Adams specifically." The mention of Anna's name made Bianca's confusion deepen. "How do you know Anna?" "I do not know her personally. But I know who she is. Everyone in this room knows who she is." Max glanced around quickly, making sure they were still alone. "I also know that you are with her tonight. And I know that you probably should not be."

I turn and see Tommy next to Tori, I glare at him Tori looks at me weirdly, I just turned forward awkwardly I decided to break the silence "Look Max I know you have a lot of questions, so just ask me" "Okay fine, you want me to open up, sure. First, you talk to a ghost? how's that possible, are you a witch? ghosts don't even exist. wait a sec, is that how you found out about my dad-" I scream at him "Max look at the road" Max almost hit a car in front of us, we were lucky, we turn to check on the guy and he was just throwing curse words at us

Max stepped out of the bedroom and went to open the front door. When it swung open, he was startled to see an older man standing there beside an elegantly dressed elderly woman. She was beautiful despite her age, her white hair pinned neatly into a gold-accented bun, her wrists and neck glimmering with jewelry. The man looked at Max with a puzzled expression. “Yes, sir? Who are you looking for?” Max asked politely. “Uh, and you are…? Is this Madam Adeline Hernando’s residence?” the man inquired.

He introduced his other goons. Oh great...another Sky I can't escape, Adeline thought to herself. "I don't care if you are Zac Efron. You are making me miss my bus," she barked. "Easy there, Tigress. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna get to know you more," he picked up a lock of her hair and ran his fingers through it. "Don't touch me, asshole!" Adeline pushed Nik then tried to leave, but Max grabbed her shoulder then pushed her toward Nik. Nik quickly wrapped his arms around Adeline, so she doesn't escape.

Max is Hael’s best friend. Max is the problem solver. He looks out for Hael, is fiercely loyal, and often blurs the lines of right and wrong to gain an advantage in any situation; nobody knows that he’s carried a torch for the enemy's daughter. His family has been connected to Hael’s family for generations, the second in line, the trusted council to the Wilders for generations. Max is Haels right hand. Daniel, the heir of the opposite criminal family.

But the mansion in front of him exceeded everything he saw before. He hesitated a little when he pressed the doorbell while gulping. [“Good evening, this is Cadieux residence. May I know you are?”] a woman’s voice asked him through the security system. “H-Hello,” Adler stuttered. “I c-came here for Maxine Alcott. My name is Adler Blaine. I am her friend.” [“For Miss Maxine?”] “Yes.” [“Wait a minute, Sir.”] When the woman's voice disappeared for a moment, he finally breathed.

As he said this, a hint of malice flashed through his eyes and his face darkened, "Everything becomes like this because of you." "Old Master Bai, I... have been to Lone Oak Place indeed, but Issac doesn't know that I'm Adele. You can rest assured." Maxwell laughed mockingly, "Is that so?" "Otherwise, do you think he would let me go?" Maxwell did not say whether he believed her or not. He gave her an example, "Even I knew that it was you when I saw your photo, let alone Issac who has lived with you for a period of time."

How useless can I be? Max felt agitated that he couldn’t do anything. He paced up and down the living room, peeking out the window from time to time to check if anyone was out there. An hour or two later, his phone rang, it was Sebastian, ‘Your sister got away from her kidnappers and is on her way to her parent’s place. Are you guys still there? Wait for her and lock all the doors just in case they follow her and attempt to take her or Celine again.’ ‘Yes!’ Max rejoiced. ‘We’re waiting at their house,’ he answered.

"Celebration of life, you left us too soon, you shall forever remain in our heart, Max. There was a picture of her attached to the post. My mind went blank, my heart sunk, my hands were shaking. I could not believe what i was reading. It had to be a joke. There was a date and venue attached to the post. The Burial was taking place tomorrow. I had to see for myself if it was true or not. I leaned back against the leather seat, the city lights blurring past the tinted glass. For years, i had buried the past beneath layers of success and sophistication. But now, with one news, the foundations trembled. Victor DeLuca, the man who could buy anything, command anyone, control everything suddenly fe