Mad Max Our Daily Bread Novels & Stories

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

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

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.

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"

Caden raised his hand to wave at Maddox in greeting, and the latter pointed at the table where food was. Food first, then everything else. The closer Maddox was to the food, the hungrier he was. Maddox poured himself a cup of much-needed coffee and took a sip while eyeing the choices. Everything was edible, and he was not a very picky eater, so he took a slice of toasted bread (because it was the first thing next to hot beverages) and started applying strawberry jam on it. The moment Maddox took a bite of toast with strawberry jam on it, a small breeze reached him, and Maddox took a deep breath.

The next day, Madison heads off the school ready to go through another heard awesome I am day of classes and attendance. You Madison what is going on man? Trevor, one of Madison's oldest friends. Hey Trevor! Madison said as he shook hands with Trevor. Good to see you man. Hopefully today will not be a complete snore Fest. I hear you man. Trevor says. By the way, heard that Mommy Dearest was it true happy with you who helping and dr. Rocky out.

“Tell me again why we're doing this at three in the morning.” “Because every time I stop looking at it, another piece starts making sense,” I muttered. “That's not healthy.” “Neither is being hunted by rich psychopaths.” “That's fair.” A tired laugh escaped him, but it disappeared quickly. That was the thing lately, neither of us really laughed the same anymore. Too much shit had happened too fast, and every answer we uncovered only led to worse questions. I stared at one of the names highlighted near the bottom of the page. Councilman De Luca.

The next day, Madison heads off the school ready to go through another heard awesome I am day of classes and attendance. You Madison what is going on man? Trevor, one of Madison's oldest friends. Hey Trevor! Madison said as he shook hands with Trevor. Good to see you man. Hopefully today will not be a complete snore Fest. I hear you man. Trevor says. By the way, heard that Mommy Dearest was it true happy with you who helping and dr. Rocky out.

No rice, no bread, nothing to fill their bellies after a twelve-hour shift. “The fuck!” the soldier snarls. The meager portion barely covers the bottom of his bowl. “We’ve been having the same thing for two days now. Mad-Bishop instructed three square meals daily. Yosef gave two in his absence. If we’re going to work all day and then you offer us scraps once a day, you'd better start doing it yourself, Godmother.” Lydia’s hand moves before her brain catches up. The slap cracks across his face with enough force to snap his head sideways.

The king's face was starting to brighten and he never looked so handsome before. "Good morning, Your Majesty," Monica entered the dining room and bowed, "Good morning, sir Alec," "Good morning, Lady Monica," Alec smiled, "Sir Theodore is a delight. He spoiled us with his amazing cooking." Monica laughed, "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet!" she exclaimed. "Just wait until he makes his famous carrot cake," she said with a proud tone.