Max Mayfield Novelas e Histórias

* * * * Suprisingly, Max was chose as captain on football team by the football coach Mr Anderson, totally stripping the asshole Tristan off his position which left Tristan glaring at Max all the time as they did extremely hard push ups and laps with Max supervising. School had dismissed over an hour ago. Flashback At first, Max had arrived and sat one a bench, watching the whole team practice. Mr Anderson spotted him and rushed to his side immediately. He pulled Max into a brief hug before a word could proceed out of the clueless douchebag's mouth which made Tristan and his teammates stopped practicing. I chuckled at this. "This is Maxwell Mackenzie, the famous footballer in Britain who's a

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

* * * “…and for out top story, MaxxTech CEO, Sinclair Godfrey has been declared missing…” “Hey, I heard Mrs. Maxwell is on her way to make a quick announcement today,” Maddy said as she pulled a chair next to Glen at the small table in the breakroom. Looking down at the paused screen of the news video on Glen’s phone, she added, “God, he’s been missing for more than a week now. Do you really think he might still be alive?”

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.

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.

Max sat back in this chair and practice feet up on the desk. That's when his phone rang he jumped clearly startled by the noise. in his still somewhat relaxed state he answered the phone and realized that it was his friend Mack Paulin. Mac was another detective in this sister force to the one that Max actually worked for. They often would help each other by looking at the case files and giving their opinions on what they should do if things were becoming difficult. Mack was also a part of the case almost five years ago where Deanna had been the one to find the small piece of evidence that lead to where he found the body of Mac and his wife henny his friend. That happened a beginning for Max

“Sam and I go a few years back when she used to come here with her late husband, Maxwell. Do you know him?” “I’m sure he’s not interested to know about Max, Terry,” Sam stated softly. “Maxwell Cameron, the largest real estate developer in the country and spreading across internationally,” Damian responded patiently. “Of course I know. Only a fool, who doesn’t. He was a hard-working man and ruthless in his dealings. Ruthless but compassionate.” Damian glanced at Sam when he said the word ruthless and enjoyed the reaction he saw in her eyes. He met her gaze challengingly, daring her to argue.

Max is the one who suffered big time at this critical moments. He was tossed from Edinburgh to Louisiana to New York and Vice Versa. He even personally interrogated the surprisingly attractive righthand man of the Davidsons. Tul is so good looking for his taste. "Boss, here's the over all medical report that we found in Dr. Smith's files, it turned out that Gulf Davidson paid him to manipulate some of his tests." Max handed Mew the white folder. Dr. Smith went off the grid just this month, they did not catch on where he went but Mew is certain that he go to meet Gulf. He is probably going to give birth now.

"Your timing is ridiculous. Maxwell is the one who suspected Frank in the first place. He went to the factory, he noticed the irregularities, and he literally ran into a burning building to pull Cedric out. If Maxwell were secretly working with his mother, why would he dismantle the entire spy network they spent a year building?" Kieran cleared his throat, stepping forward from the back wall. "If I may speak, ma'am," he said, looking directly at Victoria. "The day I tracked down Master Maxwell, he was standing in the parking lot of his stepbrother's wedding. He had just been publicly humiliated by Debra and Ramon Lexus. They had forced him onto his knees to clean up broken glass, and his ste

Grant replied calmly as he settled on his office chair. A few minutes later, Mr. Max walked into Grant's office. His expression was cold, as he didn't want to get himself involved with any Mafia again. After Damian's betrayal, Mr. Max wanted to be on his own and retire from working for any of the mafia families. He wanted to face his own family and do simple work for his peace of mind. "Welcome, in-law. Have a seat," Grant said, his voice calm as he gestured to the seat across from him.