Max Mayfield Gif Novels & Stories

Having my best friend in my corner makes the chilling reality of the mafia, the surrogacy, and Cade’s suffocating jealousy feel just a little bit more manageable. As we finally push open the breakroom doors and step back out into the carpeted hallway, I spot a massive figure moving quickly toward us. It’s Max. His usually perfectly composed face is tight with stress, his eyes darting down the corridors. The second he sees me, he stops dead in his tracks, letting out a sharp exhale of relief. He immediately turns on his heel, heading briskly back toward the executive suite. He clearly lost track of me for the last twenty minutes, and knowing Cade, he was likely one minute away from tearing th

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.

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Maxwell clenched his fists, looking determined. “Why?” Kiran asked. “I’m part of the Mawi Tribe. I won’t let such poison harm my people.” Maxwell straightened his back with determined eyes. Kiran was surprised. He smiled faintly and nodded, “Maxwell, after we’re done with this, leave Imperial Dragon!” Maxwell froze. “Mr. Kiran, what…” “Will you stay in Mawi and guard Fiona’s grave?” Kiran asked. “Guard her grave?” Maxwell’s eyes were turning red.

It's still dangerous to be involved in Bloodfang politics. I parked outside the kindergarten school and took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. The moment I entered the compound, I saw Max standing beside his teacher, his tiny backpack hanging from one shoulder. The second his eyes landed on me, his entire face lit up. "Mummy!" He broke away from his teacher and came running toward me. I crouched just in time to catch him. His little arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and I laughed as he planted several messy kisses all over my cheek.

I reach out to shake his hands; he eyes it before finally taking it. “Scott Whitfield.” He replies. Scott Whitfield. I play his name over in my head, wondering if he’s in our business, but his name does not ring a bell. “So how do you know our lovely Max?” “Who is your Max? And why are you asking him how I know him? It’s none of your—” “We’re childhood friends,” Scott replies. Max frowns, annoyed that he told me, but the news makes me happy. He’s just a friend.

"Send him another W******p message, and in a while, the award ceremony is about to begin! You have to let him see your glorious side!" "Okay..." Gina reluctantly took a photo of Maximo on the spot. "Maximo, I saved a spot for you. It's okay if you're busy and can't come." She also sent a kissing emoji. On the other side, Maximo, although he had already arrived at the theater entrance, hesitated to get out of the car. He received a W******p message from Gina but didn't immediately reply. His gaze fixed ahead, lost in his thoughts. "Has Maximo not replied yet?"

boy stomach bleeding he was sad and crying max ask what happen what are you doing her young reply my name is larry I an sad because I am dead because of disease and that not the problem my grandmother and grandfather is alone I know they are crying now I can hear them I am max how can I help you I don't know where should i go so I can help you in anyway possible max if you eat that leaf from tree your soul and my soul can exchange at that time max get his memory. I remember now I have family but I was not happy I always wanted to run away form that hell reality

Max was told to wait outside and he didn't mind. The argument I was having with Raphael was sparked by the birthmark on his wrist . Maxwell had the same birthmark and when I asked him about it he came clean and told me about Meagan. Poor Max went through hell when his step father started beating him up. He had no right to and Max deserved to know who his real father was instead of being treated like crap.

“You’ll always have us. And tonight, there’ll be wolves from all the alliance packs. They always bring their newly-shifted for these ceremonies to help them find their mates. You have to stay close to the packhouse, okay?” He leans forward, hopeful… then scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue. “Oh, I hope it’s not a girl. I wouldn’t know what to do with her. Like, emotionally? Yes. Physically? Babe, I’d cry.” The entire car—guards included—loses it. The driver’s wiping tears from his eyes, May’s cackling, and even Caden is laughing under his breath like he can’t stop it. It’s the best part of Max. He’s huge—bigger than Ryan, even—and built like a warrior, but when he talks, he’s all sa