Baymax Hello I Am Baymax Novels & Stories

She's my goddaughter Kaya bowed politely and looked at Max gently, "Hello Brother I'm Kaya She spoke and proactively extended her hand to Max, with a shy expression on her face

I am determined to change for the better and create a positive future for myself and my loved ones. “My baby...” I feel Hailey’s hand move in my hand as she squeezes it tightly, her eyes filled with tears. Her eyes open as she moves her head, scanning the room frantically, searching for her child. “Where’s Max?” she whispers, her voice filled with fear and desperation. “Is he fine?” she asked, to my shock, her voice trembling. I don’t know how this woman can think of MAX when she herself is on the brink of death. “He’s safe,” I assure her, trying to calm her down as I gently squeeze her hand back. “He is home... Don’t worry,” I add, hoping to offer some comfort amidst her distress.

The man stopped in front of Garrett and smiled. Jade looked up; his eyes met hers. He had light brown hair and green eyes, his smile mouthwatering. “Hello, I am Maximus, Max for short,” Max said. Jade smiled and then looked over at Garrett. “This is Jade she is a little shy.” He laughed. “Ah Jade, you smell nice. It’s nice to meet you.” Max said. Jade just smiled. Max extended his hand to shake hers. Her hand trembled but made it into his hands. He gently closed his hand and shook it and then released it.

Slowly Maximo let out a soft sigh before pulling her into his embrace. " Why would I be scared when I am addicted to the rush Iris? I have been in this scary world for too long. I can't be scared anymore. I was born in it and I grow up in it. Now I ruled it. I am not scars of dying. Hell I'm Maximo Santino. I'm only worried about you , our baby and my organization. I do not want any innocent life to be lost in this battle " " Then end it max. Please "

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

I told Max. "No, not at all, Bryan. I got you a smoothie. It's very good for your body and it would give you string bones just like your toy soldiers" "Yeahh. I want to be as strong as the soldiers" The kid flexed his tiny biceps.

What is happening with me. " Hello, I am Ace Black. Nice to meet you, Violet." the boy introduced himself as Ace holding his hand forward for a shake I looked at his hand then at him " Don't worry, I don't bite unless you want me to." he teasted with a panty melting smile on his face.

For good. He had just pulled off his tie when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out of his pocket, expecting to see his assistant's name, Gabriel, flashing on his screen, but it wasn't. An unknown number. Damon hesitated before swiping to answer. "Hello?" "Hi," the soft, calm voice on the other end froze him in place. Damon's knees almost gave out. "Oh my god... Bree! Hi. How are you feeling? Are the kids okay? Is Jason alright? And Jessie... are they..."

His hand trembles where it cups my jaw. “No.” The word is a rasp. “No, baby, it’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home.” But that word, home means nothing to me, my mind is completely blank and black. “I can’t remember,” I choke out. My eyes burn with helpless tears. “Please, please tell me who are you and where am I?” He closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, there’s something raw and unguarded in his gaze. “My name is Max,” he says quietly. “Max Black.”

(BJ Max) From my special ‘lesson’ of slaps of manners, BJ Max faces has been looking like a blown up balloon all over, bruises, beaten and blue plastered all over his face, hand and body. He was coughing blood right now, barely able to stay awake, because each time that he passed out, I would slap him hard to wake him up, contributing to another part of hellish pain.