Bradley Uppercrust X Max Goof Novels & Stories

He's going to shred you, thread you and gobble you down like fried chicken from McDonald's. "You would give better blow jobs than me because of your cheeks look more sunken than mine when I do it." Max said and the crowd erupted in laughter. "I.." My dad stuttered unsure of what to say. I mean what could he possibly say in such situation? But Max wasn't ready to stop yet! He wasn't done with him. Atleast not yet. "You wanna be insulted?" "Hell, I'm insulted just looking at you." Max said and spat shocking me even.

“Wait—you always eat breakfast, even when we have conditioning.” Max shrugged, grabbing another plate. “Yeah. When I plan to do the bare minimum. I decided to put in effort today.” Zach launched into an enthusiastic recounting of Max’s goalie goal. Ava listened, interested, asking questions while Max kept quietly pushing more vegetarian plates toward Jamie. Jamie leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only Max could hear. “Was it… really okay? With Dane?” Max winked, then popped another bite into his mouth. “Yep.” A mountain of empty plates piled up beside the two hockey players like they were in some unspoken eating competition. Max was clearly winning. Zach had loosened up, though, and

Brad, he closed his mouth with his both palms and looked constantly at me. " So, what do you think Brad? Is the CEO of The Game Zone, ugly, scarred, big tummied old gig ?" Both me and Alex were smiling at him. This laughter was reserved for this day, for a very long time. Brad's face was watchable and, something like true bleaching of his face, pale and white...

Of course, it didn’t last. Max finally started on his pancake, though his expression made it look like he was eating a punishment. He took one bite, chewed slowly, and, naturally, had a comment. “Hmm... it tastes good. But still not as good as Bumblebee’s head,” he murmured as if reviewing a five-star Michelin dish. Clara snorted while clearing the table, and I pretended I heard nothing. After two more bites, Max wiped his mouth with his sleeve, immediately making me frown, then set down his fork.

Adrian muttered, though there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. --- Breakfast was a chaotic success. Max insisted on decorating his pancakes with an excessive amount of whipped cream and sprinkles, turning his plate into something out of a kid’s dream—and a dentist’s nightmare. Adrian watched in mild horror as Max shoveled bite after bite into his mouth. “How are you not in a sugar coma already?” Max grinned, his face smeared with whipped cream. “I have a superpower! It’s called being a kid!” “Clearly,” Adrian said, shaking his head.

“We call it The Bean Reaper Blend.” “No.” “Or The Espresso Apocalypse.” “Max.” “Fine, fine,” Max said, grinning. “But admit it—that’s gold.” Landon’s sigh was long and resigned. “Only you could turn a coffee explosion into a marketing strategy.” “Exactly,” Max said. “That’s why you love me.” “I tolerate you,” Landon corrected, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

He grinned at the thought. "Here we go, big guy. You get chicken, mashed potatoes, a little gravy, lots of broccoli and even a buttered roll. I get the same thing, but just a little broccoli because I hate it. That berry pie looks pretty good, too." Max woofed, gobbled down his food and then went to the door. He knew when he got back he'd get his dessert.

I mutter under my breath. Maximo chuckles before he drags his cigar. He tilts his head, and the scrutiny is making it harder to breathe. “ Breathe in, breathe out, he is another ordinary billionaire who is a jerk,” I mutter once more, my voice barely above a whisper. He cocks his head to the other side, amusement dancing in his eyes. It's clear he is here to torment me with his presence. I grab some bread and put it on the plate. I add the other ingredients and some cheese, including toppings. It looks delicious to me and I can't wait to devour it. My stomach rumbles to voice out its troubles, and I rub it with a pout on my face.

Brad replied instantly. Max shook his head. "No, you're not. You're boring. . . and a little bit scary too sometimes. And if not because you are good-looking and have a sweet smile, people won't want to approach you," he said evenly, turning his attention back to his toy car. "The only fun thing about you is your sweet smile." BRAD 0—1000 MAX FATALITY Brad's smile disappeared instantaneously. That was the second, major violation he was receiving in less than two hours. And the second time he was called boring.

Cara can totally see him being named that, he is smug just like his name. "You are totally missing the point." "Except for the part that my ass looks cute in this picture, I have no idea what I am missing." This is the second thing Cara notices after the name reveal of the angry monster. "Scroll down, Dingus." Cassie points at her phone forcing her friend to look beyond his name and her well-structured ass. Cara looks at the adjectives used to describe Alexander's "disgusting" deadbeat" "animal" "butthole", although Cara finds the last word impressive, she knew he does not deserve it.