Max Mayfield Gif Novels & Stories

“My apologies, Your Majesty of the Giant Tires.” Max grinned wide, his black bangs falling over part of his forehead, his chubby cheeks still carrying the evidence of a long day and, somehow, a small smudge near his chin that I was certain had not been there five minutes ago. His eyes were bright blue. Too bright. Too familiar. The kind of blue that should have stopped having the right to disturb my nervous system years ago. But then he lifted both little hands as if gripping an imaginary steering wheel and made a highly dramatic screeching-brake sound, and that face became entirely his again.

The heavy apartment door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. And suddenly, Maeve was alone. Completely alone in the dark. Her phone buzzed again. Another message. Maeve snatched it up instantly, her eyes scanning the screen. A photograph appeared. It was Max's body—still preserved. Relief washed through her in a sudden, sickening wave. At least one thing hadn't gone wrong yet. At least she still held that card. Another message popped up right beneath the photo: *What now?* Maeve stared at the image of her cousin's husband for a long moment. Then, with steady, cold fingers, she typed back two words:

Logan Max and I looked at each other. "Was that guy for real?" Max asked, gesturing towards the door. I just looked at him. That was all I needed to do before we both burst out laughing. Mae came upon that scene when she came to check on us. "You guys okay?" She asked hesitantly. That just made us laugh even harder, Max is toppled over gasping for air. And I was gripping to the chair for dear life. Mae just stood there with her arms crossed, tapping her foot. "You two let me know when you're done, especially since you two haven't even gotten ready yet."

Noah wasn’t sure why Max was breathless, hoping he hadn’t intruded on something. “Hey Noah, Sorry mate. I was working out. I’m starting a new movie in six weeks.” That explained Max’s labored breathing. Noah worked out himself, but nothing like what Max put himself through. But then again, Noah wasn’t flashing his almost naked body on the big screen. “Max, I’m going to send you a screenshot of a girl from last night.” “What? The one you protected?” Max asked, clearly confused.

At max home Max was sitting looking at his bandaged hand..."I almost understand Aeron's plans but let's have some fun..Ryan should also know something " he evilly dialled Ryan's number.. Ryan was driving car that time and still thinking about coffee...but when he saw Max's call..all his smile disappears.."what he want now " he thought himself and picked the call

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

SOPHIA P.O.V I was checking the expense file Caius told me to go through, then suddenly Max appeared infront of my table. "Hey beautiful." He bent down a little bit. "Hi Max. How are you today?" I smiled. A little piece of information, Max Fisher is a employee of Micheal Clothing in the Purchase Department. He is a good looking guy, well mannered. He has been asking me if I would like to go out with him since last week. He seems like a good guy, but whatever happened with Caleb, I just don't want to go there right now. Or maybe I have kinda developed feelings for my boss.

Michael had also been present at the meeting they held earlier, so when he entered wearing a derisive grin on his face, Maxwell could immediately tell why. "Hey, if you have come to rub shit on my face like that clown of a manager and her underdog, better take cover because I’ll just leave a punch on your sorry face.” Michael let out a small cackle and said, “Easy man, I'm just here to give my friend some moral support.” He said and cackled a bit louder than before, but when he noticed Maxwell’s small sneer. He waved his hand and said, “Alright, Alright I’m sorry, ok, but those guys really did a number on you.”

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.

She uttered once more reaching forward with trembling hands, tracing the outline of the man’s bearded face, tears uncontrollably rising in her eyes and falling along her cheeks… an indescribable feeling welling in her chest. “It’s me little warrior, I’m here… dads’ here.” “Dad!” Marcel excitedly shouted in a hoarse voice, throwing herself into the warm embrace of her father, finally realizing that it more than just a vague trance or temporary moment of hallucination. He was there in the flesh… alive and well. “Hahaha! I miss you too sweetheart. It’s been a while.” Maxwell’s laughter echoed in the open room, a cheerful smile lingering on his barely visible lips… his facial features covered in