Max Goodwin Novels & Stories

Max quickly said, “Ah, I’m so sorry for the delay. Please tell Charlie that I’m sorry for not being able to complete the race, we’ll race again in a few days!” Stephanie mumbled a reluctant ‘Okay’ and ended the call. The man who had received Stephanie’s call asked, “Max, are you still going to the reunion after what happened?” “Of course!” Max blurted, “I came up with the plan to treat Mrs. Lewis for dinner tonight, how could I be absent?” In truth, inside Max’s head, he was brewing a plan on how to get more money to cover the one million dollar shortfall.

Max New York Times. A woman cries out for help, saying she has a child for billionaire CEO Max Sturm. From news reaching our headquarters, according to the allegations brought forward by the woman, Max Sturm had seduced and promised that he'd marry her during the launch party of his New York Times bestseller ‘The Golden Ones’ a few years ago. She'd agreed and slept with the award-winning author, but he left her the next morning without a note or anything to contact him. He didn't even reveal his real name to her. She took the heartbreak in stride and found out that she was pregnant a few months later, but didn't abort the baby because she's a Christian. She was never one for the news, or tre

Finley was somewhat worried, "Now that someone has found out about Marvin, if we take action now, wouldn't it be too...?" Maximo has really aged, especially in the past two years. His health has deteriorated even more, and he often wakes up in the middle of the night, remembering the things he used to do. Finley's advice still had some usefulness, as he was no longer young, not to mention the Sheppard family was a mess, with everyone having ulterior motives. "Then let him stop contacting us anymore." Maximo spoke, paused, and added, "You deliver a message to him, take the money, and do a good deed. If anything happens, he shouldn't be alone now."

' She mouthed and smiled wickedly, then grabbed a silver purse and left. Maximillian Rutherford a.k.a Max, a certified mobster. All his casinos are a hit in the country, but what others don't know about--- he gains money not just on his declared assets. Underground mob fights is his specialty. I don't know how on earth did he end up in a situation where the person who hired me, wants him dead tonight. Maybe the scenic underground is too small for them to share.

When he landed back on the ground, his entire face was smeared with dirt. He stumbled back up while covering his swollen face while his expression worsened. This was the turf of Mordu’s Longmen branch! Who would even dare touch him like that?! When he saw a figure the size of a small hill, his look frantically changed. Justin Walker’s top Great General, Eugene Bowie, was coldly standing in the middle of the field while squinting at Max. “Step aside when Sir York orders you to, Max!” Eugene took another step forward and swung his backhand across Max’s face.

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Lindgren has explicitly ordered me to prevent you from leaving.” “Raven and his ridiculous orders!” Gia thought bitterly. “I’ll just be gone for a little while… uh… sorry, what’s your name?” “Max.” “Alright, Max. I’ll just go for a short jog and return before Raven wakes up. He won’t even know I left.” Max shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, Miss Harken, but I can’t risk making another mistake. If I lose you, I’ll definitely lose my job,” he explained awkwardly.

She regretted the bet she made that resulted in the girl getting hurt at Eryk's hands. Eryk Orlov: Stop, guys! I found her injured; stop saying nonsense! Arvie and Max simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Emilio Max: You're a lucky guy, Eryk! In his current spot, Max was sitting and rubbing his face roughly. He had to give up some money for Eryk, the man who was already the CEO of his father's company. Max was sure that Eryk didn't actually need tens of thousands of dollars. It would be more useful if the money were donated to someone more in need.

The door was cracked open. He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk. Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life. Max tried to fight them off, he tried to save me but he was outnumbered. Charles could do nothing either. A seven-foot-tall man hit Max on his head when he started protesting Xander Benson's decision and Max had fallen to the floor. My sweet Max! It crushed my heart to see him in such a terrible situation. I cried and cried but the strong hands holding me back didn't let me go. They didn't even let me cradle his head in my lap and check his wound. I didn't even know if he was alive. I hoped to God that he was alive. I could not imagine a world without Maxwell Barlow. He was the only man who really cared about me, who ca

"Do you miss me that much? After we finish paying off the debt, we'll have all the time in the world." Someone called for him in the background, and he quickly hung up. I stared blankly at the hundred dollars he had just sent. Next to me, the young woman let out a helpless sigh. "My sugar daddy just transferred another hundred thousand dollars and told me to buy something to spice things up. But honestly, nothing here costs that much. I'll get you a few outfits with the rest." Before I could even respond, Susan Winslow had taken my hand, settled the bill at the supermarket, and ushered me into a high-end boutique.