Max Goodwin Novels & Stories

Okay, I guess I can’t keep a secret but I don’t think I like this man. “You were so sweet to me when we first met. Where did the magic go?” I ask, making him laugh as he loads his gun and takes out his walkie talkie. “Carter, your liability is here with me, making jokes even after witnessing a massive shooting, where a lot of people got shot but she is still…. making jokes and remains unaffected. Also, still has time to remind me to return her salad spinner.” He says into the walkie talkie. “I am sorry. Was that supposed to be humorous?” I say as I roll my eyes.

" Cool man. Elly bowed her head and turned to leave, she already knew the outcome, but after all, the editorial office belonged to her cousin, who was the editor, so she tried to say a word, but it seemed useless. When she learned that she was working as an assistant for a young CEO returning from abroad, she was extremely overjoyed. Yesterday, when she was going to meet him, she carefully prepared her appearance to greet him. Unexpectedly, he didn't glance at her, and she nodded and asked her out. He's handsome but he's really cold. Mark has been away from this place for ten years, and now that he's back, he's no longer the naive young man he used to be. Originally, he didn't want to go bac

Becky purrs in my ear like a satisfied cat. “Got it, angel.” “Your foundation money?” I ask. “Drake’s.” “Harbormere sends ‘Clean Water’ grants,” she says, cheeks mottling. “Maxwell sells consulting to himself. Drake launders ‘youth health’ through the hospital gala and pays Sable on the back end in favors. There’s a locker at Dock 9, Maxwell keeps his foxhair there because it makes him feel dangerous.” “Combination?” I ask. “His daughter’s birthday,” she says, disgusted. “Men like him learn three numbers and call it security.”

I'm assuming he doesn't know how to read yet because he was looking over the manu looking confused and his parents just chuckled at his confused expressions. "So Pepsi?" "Yes!" the little boy exclaimed. "Okay, and a glass of Pepsi" he said, turning his attention to me. I nodded, writing everything down. "I'll bring them right up to you." I loved coming to work, knowing I get to see people like that. As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard the TV. "Nicholas Ashford spotted with a woman coming out of a club yesterday. Could she be his secret lover?" the guy on the TV spoke. He was moving on fast.

He’s A-class, and he will rise to the challenge. He can finish all twenty in a few months. No sweat. It might just be his pride talking, but atleast there’s something in him living up to his reputation. Maximillian Gomez, A-class rogue agent and the Prime Minister’s only son, a prodigy from ever since his first mission. After the presentation, all the other men left the room. Everyone except Max and his father. The tension was more palpable in the silence; his stare only on the table and the Ministers on the empty walls.

"And what about Lottie's grandad? Do you know what happened to him, where he went?" "Yeah, Max stayed here with us. Sadly, 9 months later he died in his sleep but I'm glad that he got to stay with Lottie until the end. We cremated him and we had his ashes put in a necklace for when Lottie was older. I also kept a photo of both of them for her. He loved her so much and I've always made sure that she knows that." "Does she know about her mom?"

“But I just found out Mr. Creed is part of the competitors and you know what that means.” Max’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. The name Creed alone was enough to ignite a cold fury within him. “It means we have a mole... someone who can compromise our chances at the summit.” “You know he knows more about this company than you do,” Mr. Green said, his voice laced with fear. “He was around when we were working on what to present. He played a big part in it. What if he sabotages everything?” “Then we’ll come up with something else. Don’t worry, that’s the least of my concerns,” Max said firmly. He walked into his office, his face showing no signs of concern but he chose to mask it well.

"Yo, Max, come on." Max struggled. "Let's bring her over. She's blessed with these crazy curves, I imagine she'll be a badass on the dance floor. We need hotties--" "--ignore him. He's fucking wasted." Mathew, Chris's colleague said to her. "Hey, have you seen Chris?" Cara asked. It seemed suspicious as Mathew glanced around, watching like he'd just seen a ghost. "Nope. Nothing. I dunno." He blinked. "Come on, let's go, Max!" And with that, he disappeared.

“Fine! You win, Chef Max. Enjoy your imaginary Michelin star. I can never stoop down to your level in this.” Max bowed dramatically, grinning ear to ear. “Thank you. I’d like to dedicate this win to my loyal audience... Miss Veronica Whitmore, who believed in my skills before the critics did.” “Oh my god,” I said, clutching my stomach from laughing. “You’re both crazy.” Theo looked at me then, smiling sweet as ever. His golden hair had some lettuce that Max probably threw at him, and said, “You see what I deal with every day?” Max only smirked, leaning casually against the counter, a piece of bread between his teeth. “I made your life interesting, admit it. Otherwise, you have turned dead bo

Max comes out last, walking with the unbothered casualness of a session musician who’s decided the party is no longer fun. We’re well away from the property before the first press van comes up the country lane. They beat the cops there by five minutes. In the back of the car I press my finger to the comm. "Saint. Status on Tariq and Ray." All wrapped up. They’re on the A303 now. No unforeseen interruptions. Both jobs were clean. I can practically hear the Because my boyfriend’s a genius he’s holding back. "Good." Max is behind Oba's seat with his extensions falling into his face. He’s pulling them out, one strand at a time, with more concentration than he gives sniping someone.