Novels by Max Luthor

Moments later, Lord Douglas is seated in the church as everyone gathered around him to hear his story. The situation was intense and palpable as Lord Douglas began his story. "All I wanted was for my beautiful granddaughter Janet to marry Alex Waynee in a bid to preserve the Wayne's lineage, but as it may seem, she immediately ditched him after my fake death." Lord Douglas said as he stared at Janet and Tyler who bowed their heads in disappointment. "Many years ago, the seven great families in whistling meadows, the Wayne's, the Lex's, the Osborne's, the Well's, the Douglas's, the Louis's and the Hinnbergs formed a business pact." "Things were going on very well until the rest of the family Lords noticed that Lord Wayne and his family were dominating the entire business space." "So they plotted their total annihilation." His voice was laced with a mixture of bewilderment and regret. "Luckily I was at the meeting but before my warning could reach my friend Lord Wayne, it was alr

Three weeks later, Sandra Douglas is stepping out of the car, her father, Mr Robert is helping her out of the car as her bridesmaid holds her wedding gown train.The cathedral was filled up as Sandra Douglas starred into the high ceiling above her head, tears wells down her eyes slowly."So I'm really doing this…so Alex Waynee is actually gone forever."She muttered to herself as she walked towards the aisle slowly with her father holding her by the hand.She had taken her grandmother's advice to marry Edward Hinnberg after all these years.The cathedral was filled with a soft, melodic hymn, echoing through the grandeur of the sacred space.The intricate stained glass windows filtered the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the floor as Sandra made her way to the altar."Sandra c'mon put up a little smile please."Mr Robert said to Sandra as they walked slowly to meet the priest and Edward Hinnberg at the altar.Edward Hinnberg stood at the altar with a smile that couldn't h

It's one year already since Alex Waynee left to see the dude at Farmer's ville.In Sandra's room, she is staring at a newspaper that read…'Lost in the woods.'Tears wells down her eyes profusely as she stared at the newspaper.Her face etched with a mixture of trepidation and anxiety.All efforts to console her by Mr Robert and Mrs Mary were all efforts in futility."Sandra, are you going to keep mourning and weeping over him all the rest of your life.""It's been a year already and you haven't even gone to the office for once.""What if the real CEO of Elvis Global Empire finds out and sacks you immediately.""Alex Waynee is gone and there is nothing you can ever do to bring him back."Mrs Mary's voice was barely above whispers as she stared at her daughter who laid on the bed weeping profusely.Her hair was all messed up in tears."Mom, he isn't gone.""He left this note and disappeared…I'm very sure this might be a prank or something."Sandra Douglas said, her voice was barely abov

"To meet…he didn't say who.""He said that's the condition or else he would proceed with the main plan which is to reveal my true identity to the whole world."Alex Waynee said as he plopped himself into the sofa by his side.Eric Raymond, Evans Raymond, Nicole and John Paul all stared at him in incredulity, the weight of the situation settling heavily in the room."We can't let him expose you like that."Eric Raymond's voice held a sense of urgency as he paced back and forth, his mind racing with possible solutions."Is there any way we can track this masked figure down? Find out who he is?"Nicole asked, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she tried to trace the origin of the recent call.Alex Waynee sighed, running a hand through his hair, the whole event had covered him up in frustration and bewilderment."He's been elusive so far, covering his tracks well. But we need to find a way, and fast."His voice was barely above whispers.John Paul spoke up, "What about the tasks h

The weight of the dude's question hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud, casting a dark and ominous shadow over Alex Waynee's already tumultuous night."Are you seriously going to broadcast my true identity to the whole world?"Alex Waynee asked, his voice barely above whispers and laced with a mixture of concern and anxiety.The threat of his true identity being exposed to the public added a layer of urgency to an already complex situation."I never wanted to, but you brought this upon yourself."The voice was cold and detached.Alex Waynee stares askance at the ceiling above him, with a clenched jaw, Alex Waynee paced back and forth on the balcony.The cool night air doing little to soothe the fire of anxiety burning within him.The city below seemed to echo his internal chaos, with distant sirens adding a discordant note to the symphony of the night."I gave you vivid instructions and you choose to play games with me.""You are yet to realize what you are truly up against."His

It's Saturday night, the night after the incident, Alex Waynee is awake and lying beside Sandra Douglas who is already fast asleep.Sleep has evaded Alex Waynee as if it had fled from the weight of the recent events.Alex Waynee's mind was a tsunami of thoughts.The echoes of the masked figure's words reverberating through the corridors of his consciousness.The revelation that he played a role, unwitting or not, in the creation of this weird adversary clawed at the edges of his sanity."This is just unbelievable..."He muttered to himself as he quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Sandra's slumber.The night air was cool as he made his way to the balcony, the cityscape below shimmering with the distant lights of life carrying on, unaware of the turmoil within.Leaning against the railing, Alex Waynee stared into the horizon, searching for answers amidst the shadows of uncertainty. The events of the past days played in his mind like a well edited video, each scene an in

They called Mr. Eliot, but he didn’t pick up. Lara Peterson continued pacing around in shock and bewilderment.The phone rang and rang, each unanswered tone echoing in the dim and almost empty warehouse.Lara Peterson, Doctor Marvin, Nurse Angela, and Nurse Sabrina exchanged uneasy glances. Their earlier confidence was starting to crack so badly, and the weight of the situation pressed down on them.Debra Zachs, chained to the wall, watched with a mix of defiance and pain, her jaw bruised from Lara Peterson's earlier punch.Little Martinez, still bound to the chair with the ticking bomb strapped to his chest, whimpered through the duct tape over his mouth.Tears threatened to well down his eyes but he was able to withhold it even for a little boy.The red numbers on the bomb blinked steadily: 02:47:12… 02:47:11…Lara Peterson paced, her shoes clacking against the concrete floor. “Mr Eliot’’s not answering. Why isn’t he answering?” Her voice was sharp, barely hiding the panic creepi

Doctor Marvin, Nurse Sabrina, Nurse Angela and Lara Peterson all raised imaginary glasses, toasting their success. The conversation flowed easily, like old friends recounting a fun night out instead of a major heist.Nurse Angela leaned forward. “What about the other patients? We left them scrambling, but Debra Zachs was the prize.”“Easy adoption—fake papers saying she was being transferred to a new facility. They won't know she's with us until it's too late.” Nurse Angela's voice was laced with a mixture of happiness and success for their mission.Nurse Sabrina giggled. “And the destruction? I loved setting those charges. Boom! Lights out for their secret health unit.”Doctor Marvin smirked. “It was all too easy. Those elite divisions aren't as elite as they think.”“One mole like me, and the whole thing falls apart.” Doctor Marvin added as he laughed out.Lara Peterson agreed. “That'll teach Carl Gerald. He's probably tearing his hair out right now, wondering how we pulled it off.”

“We wouldn't have stood a chance without Doctor Marvin.”Nurse Sabrina said, her voice laced with awe as she leaned against the cold warehouse wall. She had just crossed her arms, a sly smile creeping across her face. Doctor Marvin chuckled, adjusting his white coat that was now stained with dirt from their quick getaway.“Oh, come on, ladies. It wasn't that hard. I mean, those Elite Divisions guys think they're so smart with their secret health facility, but all it took was a little inside help.”“I walked right in, acted like I belonged, and boom—access granted.”“That was it, those imbeciles never saw me coming at…all!” Doctor Marvin said as he laughed out loud.Nurse Angela nodded, her eyes glinted with excitement. She was sitting on an old crate, picking at her nails like this was just another day at the office. “You're right, Doctor Marvin, remember how we planned it? You got yourself hired there months ago, feeding us all the intel.”“The security codes, the shift changes, e

Mrs Juliet Marcus's voice was laced with a mixture of anger and determination as she stared at Mr Eliot.“I’ve got cams tracking you now—no more running.”You’re lucky General Carl Gerald didn’t break your jaw.”Mr Eliot struggled against Detective Steve’s grip, his voice rising with panic. “You don’t understand! If Lara Peterson, Nurse Sabrina, Nurse Angela and Doctor Marvin know I talked, Martinez is dead! You’ve gotta let me go!”General Carl Gerald immediately grabbed Mr Eliot’s shirt, pulling him close, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t get to make demands, Mr Eliot. You betrayed us, spied on us, and now you’re running? I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”Mr Eliot, his defiance flaring, lunged at General Carl Gerald, his cuffed hands swinging wildly. “Screw you, General Carl Gerald! You’re all dead when Lara Peterson's done with you!”The team shouted in unison, “Stay down, Mr Eliot!” but he didn’t listen. He threw himself at General Carl Gerald, his shoulder slamming in

Detective Steve, Lieutenant Alex, Sara Gerald and Mrs Juliet Marcus were all just as surprised as General Carl Gerald.No one could believe what had just escaped from the mouth of Mr Eliot.Just as Mr Eliot was about to speak, Sara rolled her eyes, her sarcasm biting.“Oh, sure, now you’re the poster boy for family values.”“You’ve been spying for Lara Peterson, Doctor Marvin, Nurse Angela and Nurse Sabrina and now you’re begging us to save your brother?”“Forgive me if I don’t buy the waterworks.”Lieutenant Alex leaned forward, his voice cold. “You better not be playing us, Mr Eliot. If that code’s fake, or if we walk into a trap, you’re not walking out of that warehouse. Got it?”Detective Steve cracked his knuckles, his tone matching Lieutenant Alex’s.“Yeah, and don’t think we’re gonna hold your hand.”“You’re coming with us, cuffed or not. One wrong move, and you’re done.”General Carl Gerald's voice cut through, commanding. “Enough. We’re moving.”“Mrs Juliet Marcus, keep thos

Mrs Juliet Marcus’s fingers paused on her keyboard, her voice sharp. “I’m pulling more data now. Cams show no movement at the warehouse, but that could change.”“If we go in, we need to be surgical—get in, get Debra Zachs, get out.”“Waiting for Victor Tyler might give us more muscle, but it also gives Lara Peterson, Nurse Sabrina, Nurse Angela and Doctor Marvin time to slip away.”“Or worse, set up an ambush for us immediately if they spot or sense anything unusual in that environment.”Lieutenant Alex grinned, his tone playful but edged with steel.“Ambush? Let ‘em try. I’d love to see Nurse Sabrina’s face when we burst through that back door.”“Code or no code, we’re getting in there. I say we move.”Detective Steve nodded, his voice gritty. “Yeah, and I’m not sitting around waiting for Victor Tyler to steal the show.”“Mr Eliot’s already given us the layout—two guards, pistols, maybe a shotgun.”“We can handle that. Let’s end this before Lara Peterson and her crew know what hit ‘

“Max Xanderson, you left me for dead, you and your minions that you call soldiers.”“You thought you would get away with handing me over to death, I was only trying to make little Chloe Maxwell cry a little just for my audience and you barged in and took me towards the edge of death itself.”Alice Stevens said as she laughed out loudly in a bid to taunt Max Xanderson.Max Xanderson immediately stared behind him and his gaze fell on Jack Oniels who was now taking out the goons of Alice Stevens as he made his way deep into the dark hideout where Alice Stevens was keeping Melissa Stevens, little Chloe Maxwell and Mrs Sophia Stevens.“Alice Stevens, I asked you a question, how the heck are you even alive, I watched you die and I told my men to throw your body into the lake…how are you here?!”Max Xanderson asked immediately as he pulled out a sharp-edged katana from behind and the blade glinted in the dim moonlight.“Hahaha…Max Xanderson after your little stunt, I was sinking down the riv

“I'm very sure we didn't leave the door open, someone must have broken into the house while we chased those three men.”Jack Oniels immediately said as he walked closer to the front door.He immediately kicked the door wide open and the loud voice of Max Xanderson called out to Melissa Stevens.“Melissa!”“Mrs Sophia Stevens!”“Little Chloe! Where are you guys?!”Max Xanderson immediately called out as he stared into the dark living room.“General Cobra Claw…what do we do now?”Jack Oniels asked as he squatted by the side of General Cobra Claw.“Jack Oniels, I really don't know…they were right here when we left and I clearly recall telling Melissa to lock those doors!”“What sorcery is this?!”Max Xanderson asked as he kicked the window next to him and suddenly a well-hidden piece of paper fell off and dropped to the ground.Jack Oniels immediately picked up the paper and gave it to Max Xanderson, the grand general Cobra Claw.Max Xanderson slowly gazed at the paper as he voiced out s

Max Xanderson and Jack Oniels slowly took a deep breath and just as they turned to look at the man behind them and to their greatest surprise, he was now standing by the cliff edge.The wind from the trees was still making the whole place spooky and scary.Max Xanderson immediately walked closer to the man who was now by the valley edge, “What are you doing by that valley edge?!”“Do you really want to kill yourself?”Max Xanderson asked as he stared at the man who was now threatening to jump off the cliff.“What do you think you are trying to do?!”Jack Oniels immediately asked as he stepped closer to Max Xanderson who was almost closer to the man.“I can't take it anymore, Max Xanderson and Jack Oniels!”“I told you she will be back and I don't want to be another unlucky person added to her kill list!”“Max Xanderson and Jack Oniels, you really don't understand who is it you both are messing with…I can't deal with her!”The man's voice was laced with a mixture of confusion, trepidat

The dark figure stopped immediately and seemed to grow, its shadow stretching along the walls, twisting and writhing as if alive. The perimeter felt like it was closing in, the air heavy with an unnatural chill.Max Xanderson held his ground, his jaw set and his fists clenched at his sides.Beside him, Jack Oniels’ smirk faltered for the briefest moment before returning with a defiant edge.The man behind them, still kneeling on the ground, clutched at his head and rocked back and forth.“You don’t understand,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’ve brought this on yourselves. She’ll kill us all.”“Shut up,” Jack Oniels snapped, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”Max Xanderson ignored them both, his eyes locked on the figure. “You’re good at theatrics,” he said, his voice steady despite the palpable tension. “But I’ve faced monsters before, and you’re no different.”The figure tilted its head, as if considering his words.When it spoke, its voice was layered, as thoug

Max Xanderson and Jack Oniels stared at the dark shadow as it began to grow and shifting into something beyond scary.Jack Oniels immediately was taken aback, he knew he wasn't supposed to be scared as he and Max Xanderson, the Grand General Cobra had fought most possibly demons and stood a chance.But as the dark figure shape shifted, Jack Oniels immediately swallowed a hard lump.Max Xanderson, the Grand General Cobra Claw, kept his gaze fixed on the dark, shifting form before them.Max Xanderson's jaws was set, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.The figure was no longer just a shadow; it was becoming something far more tangible and terrifying, more like something you be seeing in a scary night movie.Tendrils of darkness shot out immediately and coiled like living serpents, and a pair of glowing red eyes began to pierce through its body and tails.Jack Oniels took a step back, his usual now a bit faltering.He immediately swallowed hard, the lump in his throat a t

The man opened his mouth to respond, but the eerie sound suddenly grew louder, drowning out his words. He froze immediately, his face draining of color as he stared at the shadows. “She’s here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “She’s coming.”Max Xanderson immediately stepped forward, his presence commanding and laced with authority States and determination.“Let her come,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “We’ll be ready.”Jack Oniels immediately smirked, his confidence returning. “Yeah,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “Bring it on.”The man stared at them, his fear now mixed with disbelief. “Max Xanderson and Jack Oniels, you both don’t understand,” he said, his voice trembling. “You can’t fight her. You can’t win.”“Maybe not,” Max Xanderson said, his eyes cold and unyielding. “But we’ll go down fighting.”The haunting sound reached its highest height, and the shadows around the perimeter immediately seemed to shift and twist, as if something—or someone—was about