Max Goof Novels & Stories

Her eyes, the color of rich earth, found mine instantly, and a slow, wide, utterly mischievous grin spread across her face. It was a grin that was immediately mirrored by Moe, who lumbered in behind her, his massive frame seeming to fill the doorway. His own smile was less mischievous and more a knowing, paternal smirk, a silent, "Well, well, well." They descended upon me like a pair of cheerful vultures, their earlier fatigue forgotten in the face of potential gossip.

"The Macy's Moote Harin Brain" "This girl should be brought here." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. All eyes were on the girl in the black shirt at the same time, and the steps of the tall man in them.

He teased. “Fool! I was just curious.” She didn’t tell Goo that the guy had thrown him a meaningful look when he was talking to him. Goo waved at the guy who was already on his way to them. “Gunn, didn’t know you attend festivals?” They made a weird gestures clasping their hands together. By the way, Goo’s real name is Gunther. Hehe “Yeah, not fond of it but my minions are really into this one, right?” He turned to Aiko while raising his brows.

Moover City, Country Z Moover City is one of the biggest Cities in Country Z, wherein it was the busiest city in the country. It has malls, supermarkets, churches, hospitals, hotels, resorts, and many more. This country is ruled by a President and a democratic country, but aside from the President, they say that there is much more powerful than him and it was none other than Mr. Mariano Accetturo. Known for being a magnate and a mafia lord in country Z. His word is a law in the place where he resides. Many politicians need to win his approval for them to win, he remains low-key even tho he is at the peak of his time. Coming from a very powerful clan they also experience a crisis in their fam

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

“Now wait just a minute old man, I moved back home to help you! Lose a few brain cells recently, pop!?” “He’s right you know, Mick. Better quit while yer ahead there.” The retired lumberjack’s better half, Moe, quipped from the rim of her chilled beer glass just before gulping half of it down in one go. When the big boned brunette came up for air, she wiped foam from her upper lip with a giggle. “Let those kids be.”

“I told you not to worry about it. Do you trust me?” Sarah looked into his dark, steady eyes. She swallowed hard, her pulse fluttering. “I barely know you.” Nathan chuckled, a low, rich sound that echoed in the quiet car. “You knew me well enough that night.” “Nathan!” Sarah’s face flushed a deep crimson. She pushed his chest lightly, though her hands lingered a second longer than necessary on the firm muscle beneath his jacket. “Stop bringing that up.” “I’m only stating facts, future Mrs. Moore,” he teased, opening his car door and stepping out. He walked around to her side, opening the door and extending a hand to her. “Come on. First things first.”

Like having to literally run away from a horde of ducks and their ducklings, three manecoon cats, and two German Shepherds that targeted my shoes, I had to listen to this twenty-two-year-old man sob about some mystery woman and his pet sister. “You know what’s worse?” he squeaks, voice nearly gone now, before grabbing the box of tissues he brought along to blow his nose into. “No, but I’m sure you’ll let me hear all about it.” “Marcus might be resigning! He could literally be someone sobbing his heart out right now, but I can’t even call to apologize because he’s blocked me everywhere.” He leans over and grabs a large bag of cheese-flavored chips before stuffing his face with a handful of th

The speaker was tall and lean, with reddish hair and a four-leaf clover tattooed on his left cheekbone. A silver-haired veteran, his expression unreadable, shifted in his chair. "If I were you, I wouldn’t be so sure. She might recognize your voice." The silence that followed was heavier than before—thick, dangerous. The first man who had spoken cracked a crooked smile and leaned forward. "Either way, she’s a loose end." The man with the cigarette gave a slow nod. "And you know what we do with loose ends." No one argued. Mistakes weren’t an option. They were still far from achieving their goal, and the last thing they needed was a half-dead woman ruining everything.

The Goofy Goober spat between his laugh. "It's the first time I've seen her speechless" A skinny man responded trying so hard to keep himself from falling off. "I'm Marcus" the clean guy stretched out his arm. "Good to know" Anita replied and walked past him, into the pharmacy. "Brooooo! That was rude." The goofy guy walked up to Marcus and threw an arm around his shoulder. " She definitely doesn't know who you are, hahaha...ha ha *cough *cough I'm sorry sir" He bowed his head and stood with respect. Likewise the other members. With how serious the goofy man looked, it was hard to tell if he was the same person or if he had multiple personality.