Mad Max Our Daily Bread Novels & Stories

As far as I knew, I was getting along with my new classmates and the teachers in the new school and I was comfortable with the kind of relationship I was building with them. As was tradition when someone was paying a visit to a relative in another state, Uncle Max bought bread along the road. He was hoping he would find some groundnuts along the way that we could use to keep our mouths busy as we pass the busy checkpoints pervaded with greedy police officers who tormented drivers until they got their daily report in form of bribe from innocent men that pressed their hands to steering wheels.

“Every Sunday?” “Race day.” He hops down after scoring a juice box and runs back to the couch to watch his show. I don’t know what to make of that, but the garlic bread needs my immediate attention. XXX “Guess what?” Madonna says as soon as she answers. I waited until eleven, my time, to call her. My tired body sinks into the mattress. I’m more exhausted from the past few days with Cullen than from my high-intensity, high-risk job. “What?”

Propping his chin on his palm as if in thought, Max replied, “But sir, you took only one week. “I don’t suppose there’s anyone quicker than you?” “There is!” Beggar King said, squinting. Taken aback, Max asked, “Someone’s better than you. Who could it be?” Beggar King replied, “The madman himself. He did it in five days.” Max’s expression hardened upon hearing the word “mad”. He set his glass down on the table and said, “Could it be Mad King himself?” “Hehehe.” Beggar King did not answer the question but chuckled instead. He poured himself some wine and said, “It’s been some years since we last met, son. I am glad we get to drink together. One more chug, cheers!”

As a result, Braxton orders one in a Filipino fastfood chain first, before driving his car back to a nearby cafeteria. As we sip our coffees, a comfortable silence envelopes the three of us. The clinking of cutlery and chatter of other diners provide a gentle background soundtrack to our conversation. Our Maddox squirms in his chair with excitement, eager to explore the breakfast menu, even though he already has a tub of spaghetti in front of him and even though he can’t read yet. When he probably realizes that none of the photos look delicious or familiar to him, he pushes the menu to me and starts to dig into his spaghetti. His enthusiasm conceals the illness that’s destroying his tiny bod

“Is it your city and your people that bound you to stay in that god forsaken cave?!” Slowly descending into madness as he saw his own plan ruined before his eyes, Isaac run his fingers through his hair, slowly pulling it aside and clicking his tongue. “This won’t do. I have done so much for you. I know, I know that while there is no god in this world, you can be the god!”

MAX’S POV It has been a while since I had a nice sleep like this, especially with Amaya beside me. She became one of my comfort zones after I realized I was already in love with her. But as I turned my head on the other side of the bed, she was gone and I also noticed that I may have been asleep for a while now. I tried to peek from the curtains to know if it was still night time but the sun almost blinded me with its brightness. It was morning already so I proceeded in opening the rest of the curtains so it may give more warmth to Amaya’s bed. Not that last night was not enough but also since sun rays may also have their benefits. And since I am already naked, I think it would be best to ju

SUNDAY, 9:00am Maria and Maxwell are seated in their garden at the front yard. There was a rectangular stone table and six chairs round it like a dinning table; Max sat at one end and Maria at the other. There were having break fast; there was a big bread on the table and a plate of butter with a jug of Lipton, a pack of sugar and liquid milk. “Babe when last did we go to church” Max asked and she smiled

he says under his breath as Seth places a plate full of pancakes at the center of the table. Cassian leans forward. He takes a pancake off the plate and takes a bite. “I guess pancakes could fix a broken heart.” “You should eat more pancakes.” Kieran smirks and pushes the plate towards him. Cassian casts him a glare. “Are the materials for the buildings ready?” Kieran asks. Riven nods as he stuffs his mouth with pancakes. “Leading a pack is hectic,” Cassian murmurs. “Tell me about it,” Kieran and Riven retort at the same time.