Mad Max Our Daily Bread Novels & Stories

Breakfast is Bread, Jam and milk in front of us, and I had taken off just two bites of my bread, craving for some bacon, toast and milk pudding. "At your service, Ma'am Meredith Jones." He bows. Sarah is already on the floor, laughing like a donkey. While Miranda just rolls her eye balls in their sockets. Nana Jones let Max kisses her on her cheek and smiles. "Such a fine young man." She praises him, then adds. "With the devil's own temper and possibly the biggest pervert of a young soul I've ever met." Max's smile drops off his face, and he lets Nana Jones hand down gently before scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Finish your breakfast, honey. The toast is getting cold. We will talk about it in the arena.” As usual Teresa did not like the audience. Max had to obey because nobody made a protest. They silently enjoyed the homemade bread and waffles and slices of fruits and cheeses and warm glasses of milk. Max and Zayn ate a lot, the servers replenished the plate of bacon three times. They both were well aware that today will be more rigorous than the last day. “Wow, you two eat a lot. Max, remember what goes in between the lips, goes to the hips.”

In twenty minutes, we had arrived at the church, l held max tightly as I entered the main door, l could see the bride and groom at the alter with everyone's attention on them, l only hoped l would reach the only reserved sit which was in the second roll from the front like Sophia had told me without anyone noticing Just then as l walked to the front, l felt Max's grip on me tighten, l lowerd my head to hear what he wanted "What is it sweetie" l whispered sweetly "Mom, am hungry" He whispered back "I wanna eat" he said, that's when l realised Max didn't have his breakfast, knowing how he was, l knew he was about to get everyone's attention and said a silent prayer "If any of you is against th

I find the men gather around the kitchen table, and I join them. “Is this any good?” I tease, looking at the bread and soup. “It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not,” Maxim replies. “It’s food.” “And it’s liquid,” Monroe adds. “So Alpha Kane can also eat when he wakes up.” Their words warm my heart, and I look away to hide my emotions. I am so grateful that we have such good and loyal friends. Braden’s phone rings, breaking the silence, and we all look curiously at him.

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I took a deep breath as I make my way to the office, hoping that shit won't be too bad today. I parked my car in front of the building before looking around to see if there are not too many people. I got out of the car and quickly ran inside the building and straight to the elevator. I prayed that no one else gets inside as I continually press the close button. I let out a sigh of relief as the doors close before pressing the top floor button. I know I'll be met with a lot of pissed-off people in the board room seeing that I am late. I took a deep breath before opening the door of the board room and taking a step inside. I look around and saw less than half of the people than usual are insid

Will Ruby be able to get a message to Maddog? Thank for reading, guys; I love you all x

My heart is pounding. Maeda said in a worried tone. Najaf looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock at night and she should have reached home at four o'clock. "Ok i will come" He said softly and hung up the phone, spread his arms and walked towards Emily who was standing some distance away. "Emily My Baby Please Understand My Situation"

"Your pizza has arrived." ***

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"