Hola!. So here is a first look on the journey to happy-ever-after!. What do you think?!. Well its refreshing to see Maxwell being adorable with little niece!. So spoiler alert!. - Phoebe Middleton is a sequel character that i don't know if i will ever actually write. That leaves us with two sequels, Phoebe's story and our beloved Stan's (K-POP), who remembers him?!. And if i do write them, i'm not sure if i will post it on here. No personal reasons, but the pressure to update every day is a lot, i am a student and i also have a pretty demanding job. So it can be a lot joggling all three. I hope you understand. But i do have one more work in the drafts that may make it here, Its a different fresh one, so stay tuned!. Who else is dying for a Breanna's POV?!. Love, Bee.
Trigger warning: This chapter contains stroing language and references Breanna's POVBreanna kicked the door close behind her, with a thundering heart.All her efforts to not be bothered by him came to no avail, she even made sure her hotel was far on the other side of town to his house. She refused to leave her hotel room unless it was absolutely necessary.The number of times she thought she had seen him in the last few days was disturbing. Every where she would turned to, someone was dressed similar, was as tall, had same tone of hair and the most annoyingly, his large black Escalade!. Everyone seemed to have one now.But it was inevitable, they still had things to work out, it was clear after their conversation that they needed to now more than ever.He was still under the impression that there was anything left between them. She had long moved on, sure she still had feelings for him, those feelings don't automatically disappear, but she had no intention of rekindling anything the
MAX'S POVThere were times when it'd cross his mind that she'd return and never want anything to do with him again in her life. That he came into her life to cause her more pain than she was already experiencing early on in life.Still, Maxwell didn't think it'd be as heart wrenching as it was hearing her loud silence.It's true what they say. You never know what you have till you've lost it. He thought to himself. And now he had lost a precious gem. Would he ever be able to move on from this lose this time around?.Amidst his deep depraving thoughts Breanna replied."When I left, it was too hard to maintain." She began in a dry, cracking voice after a prolonged silence. His eye brows creased together, trying to understand her words. But as she tried to speak again, more tears filled her eyes."My hair." She motioned clearing her throat. His eyes following her every movement. "So I cut it all off, and when it began to grow, I wanted it out of the way so it was just easier to just strai
MAX'S POVMax brought a peach up to his nose for a quick sniff before dropping it into his cart as he continued his walk down the isle. As promised Martha, he planned a small dinner for the family, Cece and Steve, Petra and her husband, for a simple dinner and maybe poker.Only one problem to hosting his family, cooking. He took a left turn remembering where the spice isle was, as he came into the opening, the smell of fresh basil, paprika and other spices he could not pronounce hit his nose. But that was barely the surprise, his eyes lifted up, following the shadow of the person at the other extreme end of the isle, he stopped dead in his tracks.Standing there at the other end was Breanna. Just as beautiful as she was last night in his dreams. Her melanin skin seemed to have gotten a tan, glowing under the supermarket led lights. Her slicked back in a low ponytail."Hi." She waved dropping a bottle of honey in her basket."Brie." He called out to be sure he wasn't seeing things. A fe
MAX'S POV"Thank you all for making it tonight!." Cece said through the microphone from the large podium as a loud cheer ensued with clapping. Maxwell looked around the large room, pleased at the turn out of the night.He certainly did not expect this many people for the award, then again, many people have contributed to the cause and he was proud to be a part and one of the founding members of it. After the kidnap and the whole drama, Maxwell finally realized something.That in every career he ever chose, one thing was prevalent, helping people. At first it began as an act of revenge against the people that killed his grand father, but then along the way he met amazing people, in amazing circumstances that helped shaped his life and shift his focus.Sure he could have realized these things without the deaths and immense pain and hurt that came with it, but he was grateful for it all. Not many people had the privilege of being as successful or comfortable as he was early in life. Plus
*Edited Breanna's POV "Go home Breanna!." Ada shouted, pulling the large clear bag from her hand to drop it by a pile of other identical bags in the warehouse. "Ada!." Breanna cried, staring at her now empty hands. "Don't give me that look, you need to go pack." "We still have to sort out a whole truck of gift bags for the volunteers, there is so much to do." Breanna moved past her quickly, grabbing a cardboard box with random things sticking out of it. "We've got this, you have a flight in six hours, Breanna." Ada dropped the Ipad in her hand on the table to pack her sultry ginger hair into a bun. "Me, Wendy, O, and the girls have got this, all you have to do is go collect more money to keep this going." She pointed round the huge space. Standing in the middle of a large mess of stuff tossed everywhere, Breanna heaved. After the just concluded Africa outreach, they were left with hundred and thousands of gift wrapping and souvenir hand-outs to the volunteers that helped from
Maxwell's POV Three years later. Maxwell dropped to a squat, breathing heavily as he stopped before the huge statue in the middle of Grand park. Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking through the spandex material of his shirt. Bear caught up with him barely a second later and he smiled, scratching the dog behind his ears as reward. He checked the watch on his hand to stop, the timer with a grin. Beating his own record the third time in a row again in the month. After catching his breath a second longer, he called for Bear and they began their run back to the gym. After everything went to ruin three years ago, he quit his job with the University and with the CIA. He took his time to himself and finally handled all his issues with anger and the hurt he had bottled up for years, this time he didn't spiral out of control. He didn't know much about Breanna's whereabouts but he knew she wasn't missing or in any danger, that much was good enough. A long work out and shower later, his pho