Max Goof Novels & Stories

I opened my notepad to list another very important line of action with my small smile morphing into a full on grin. Centre of excellence, the Badmus' are coming for you. ⭐ AN: Mike's POV comes next and fortunately, you don't have to wait :) Till we meet again folks, I really do love you, ✌illusionistic.

"You promised to take me out to buy a birthday present today. I've been waiting at home for ages." Emma walked in behind Scott, wearing that cream dress I had ironed for her. She looked at Scott and said dotingly, "Slow down. What if you fell?" Then, she lifted her head, her gaze landing on me. Her expression immediately froze. Scott flashed a smile at me. "Bro, you're here too." That was exactly how Malcolm had addressed Dad back then. "Bro, don't be mad, but Emma and I are in love. For real." A wave of nausea churned in my stomach.

“What happened?” Zach let out a dry bitter laugh and downed the rest of his drink. “Marcus and I are over for good this time. He showed up at the gym screaming about how I’m always spending time with you, even accused me of having feelings for you.” He shook his head. “Fucking ridiculous.” Noah’s heart skipped a beat. He kept his expression neutral, but his stomach twisted with a confusing mix of emotions, he felt a weird mix of relief, guilt, and something dangerously warm.

For every time Burk saved my life or I saved his. "Commander Burk, how do you feel about being awarded Gold Status," the announcer asks, and Mo tenses. "My team and I were awarded Gold Status for taking down Pilso and we couldn't be prouder. The knowledge that Gafrop will be in disarray for months makes retiring easier," Burk says and Mo sighs. "I knew his wording would irk him," Mo whispers and I smirk. "We will get our time out there he should be focused on impressing the crowd," I mumble and Mo nods.

Where is the boy I fell in love with, the boy who protected me from high school bullies who had a crush on him? “Don’t you dare,” the man snarled, squeezing tighter. “This is yours. You signed the debt to yourself. We don’t have business with that scumbag Jace anymore.” He laughed… low and cruel. “That jackass is useless. If he were standing here right now still owing, we’d have blown his head clean off.” His grip loosened just enough for me to gasp, my lungs burning. “But you?” His eyes dragged over me slowly. “You’re useful. Now tied to the most ruthless Mafia lord in this country” My stomach dropped.

efforts, even paid her in full. "Good work, son," he said, handing over the payment. But as she reached for the coins, her fake mustache fell off, landing right on Mr. Bradley's desk. There was a beat of silence. “Kathryn,” Mr. Bradley sighed, eyes narrowing. “We need to talk.”

“I just want someone to tell me what I’m doing wrong and help me fix it so I can be better for us than go and cheat on me and expect me to stay. Or just make it plain you do not want me. That’s never going to happen. Like Satan never going to heaven again, yeah, that’s me not getting back with your cheating lying ass.” “Well I sense a tension building from this topic so let’s talk about you,” William changed the subject. “I’m just like how you see me, which is love getting on your nerves, making others happy, taking photos, writing, editing, cooking and spending quality time with Amber,” she replied. “I don’t know if I’m the blind one that in the end scooby doo is always right.” “Scooby Doo

“Look at him. He’s so happy!” They were both watching Frodo who had joined his fingers together, flipped his palms forward, and stretched his arms before cracking his own neck. “D’accord, mon amour. Let’s be Q.” He looked around when the others seemed confused. “Zee zmart one wiz all zee gadgetz in Jamez Bond, ne?” The group laughed. It seemed Gresso’s computer whiz had charmed everyone. Even Z who was usually stingy with his snacks except with Yrah, offered him some of his potato crisps.

💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 And I'm not sure you can celebrate that, Em😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. I love all Emerald's foolishness. LMAO. I hope all of you are entertained 💋💋💋.

But they trust you back. And that bond is something I still can’t explain, yet here I am, drinking wine from the bottle while talking to Sundance. People on the east coast would pay good money for this kind of therapy. “Telling Mom I was engaged was stupid. I can’t hire an escort, and I’m pretty sure they’re going think I want sex, and I don’t. Not even from Stephan and his perfect abs that I’m pretty sure were photoshopped into that photo.” I take another drink of wine. “And the one guy that might have agreed to play the part doesn’t want anything to do with me right now.”