Is Max Mayfield Dead Novels & Stories

I looked up and not to my surprise, the one called chief ran. ‘Good for you’ I thought feeling bad for him. He could have died. “Where is this Max, maybe she can share some light into why this four ingrates in this home doing? And your Maya” she asked as she turned to the other guy who was starting to wake up. ‘My Maya?’ “My Maya?” I scoffed out loud. She was suddenly halted by the moving guy she was hovering. They guy saw her hovering and asking questions he went for his pocket and took out something and shoved it on his mouth in a swift moment, I guess he saw he had no chance. He started having fits, and he died. I guess he took a pill or something.

One day after Max reportedly died because of a heart attack, Maya received word that the father of the original body she used was buried in her family's suburban cemetery. Looking back at all the harsh treatment from that person, one would definitely not expect Maya to come to the funeral. Evan also deliberately didn't even discuss the matter in front of Maya. But unexpectedly, Maya herself came to Evan with furrowed brows and asked the man's permission to come to her father's funeral.

“Dylan, is that you?” “Yes, sir. May I come in?” “Sure.” “Good day, ma'am,” Dylan greeted me “Good day, Dylan,” I replied then turned to Leo. “We will talk later.” “Actually, ma'am. There's something you both need to know,” Dylan said, and I frowned in utter confusion. “Max Sanders is dead.” “No way!” I gasped, my eyes widening into the size of saucers. “Allegedly, he tried to break out of prison but was gunned down by the policemen due to his failure to surrender,” Dylan divulged. “I thought you should both know.”

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

"Carl Stone has passed away. This is his son, Evan Stone. My father's hospital bill was settled when the hospital released his body. Kindly be more thorough when verifying your records." I only bothered sending this message to ensure that I had evidence to back myself up. Besides, the hospital had completed its end of the paperwork for Dad's death certificate. Weren't their systems connected internally? How could they claim we owed them money when he was already dead? That made no sense at all.

Dread crawled up my spine…slowly, I pushed myself out of my seat. Not because I wanted to. Because if I didn't do this quietly, he'd have one of his men... help me out. “Daddyo, can you please not? In front of your virgin son, that's one. And two, I got a call this morning. Maya killed four people. Only three bodies were found.” For the first time since walking into the room, Carlo stopped looking at me and his gaze shifted to Marcello. “What?” he asked. “It wasn't a pretty sight. Hence why Kade left early this morning.”

The brightness outside was blinding despite the air being so cold. “Now tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure of finally hearing your voice? Am I in trouble?” I added after I realized she had stayed quiet for too long. I lifted the phone off my ear for a second, wondering if the network had ruined our conversation, before returning it back again. I heard a light sniffle on her end before she came back. “Lucas, Aunt May passed away this morning.” My world suddenly turned dark.

Poor Mia, Max's once beautiful and talented secretary spoke in low tone sprinting out of the glass door. After she left Nelson huffed a sigh and looked at the file in his front. It has been two months to Max's death. Ever since then, everything he owned was transferred in the name of a new boss, Nelson Mendez, who was none other than the mafia king's one of the doggie-like loyal men and his daughter's real boyfriend.

My voice was barely a whisper. “You are scaring me, baby. What’s wrong?” “It’s Max.” I barely got his name out before choking on a sob. “Mad Max? Fuck, what happened? Is he okay? Did something happen to Alice and Reena?” “No, they are fine.” I swallowed hard, but the tears came anyway. “Mark, Max is dead.” “What? What happened?” I tried to piece together what Knox had said when he came over. Candice and I were talking about the baby and if I needed to find a doctor here in Otterville Falls when the doorbell rang.

Maximiliano got up from his chair and left his office, heading upstairs. Upon entering his bedroom, the largest in the house, he walked straight to his cell phone. Dialed the number of his lawyer, who answered in less than three rings. "Bastidas calling me early, this is weird," the lawyer joked. "What happened now?" "Fred Davison is dead," Max reported. He could almost hear the gears of his legal advocate kicking in. "When did it happen?"