Max Mayfield Novels & Stories

“I thought he was just another wannabe, but I think he’s more involved than I realized.” “I don’t need your opinions,” I said, my voice cold. “Just the facts.” He nodded quickly, sensing my tone. “Right. Max’s been active, running small operations, trying to connect with factions on both sides. He’s been working with some lesser players, trying to make his way up. But what you should know is he’s been in both Paris and Miami recently. Not just a coincidence, either.” “Go on.”

“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

Michael chuckled and said with a teasing look, “Don’t get too excited. You are still weak.” “Still,” Xander replied, lifting his spoon and added, “I would rather be weak at home than weak here.” Maxwell laughed softly and muttered, “Fair enough.” Saying this, he checked his wristwatch and sighed. “I actually need to head out soon,” he said. Both Xander and Michael looked at him. “Already?” Xander asked while Maxwell nodded his head and said. “My COO just finalized a deal with another company. We need to meet this morning.”

Max took out his phone and called his assistant who reminded him, “Mr. D’Cruz, are you sure you want to do this? If Charmine finds out, she might actually publish your clip to the world…” Max was hit with the memory right then and there, and he wanted to facepalm. How could he forget that? Charmine was an evil woman, and she had threatened him to do this. If he took the risk, he could not take the consequences. “Forget it! Don’t do anything. I’ll think of something else!” Max hung up. He looked through his contacts before his eyes landed on one particular person: [Mckenzie Houston]. In the laboratory... McKenzie was working on an app design when her phone beeped with a notification.

"Sorry, Stacy. He said you were expecting him and just breezed on past me." "No problem. He's right. Go on back to your desk." Deedee was a statue in the doorway eyed Max like he was a piece of candy in that box. "Go on, Deedee," Stacy repeated. Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Wait, you're Max Sullivan, right?" Max put on his professional smile—the one he used when local news interviewed him after a triumph on the field. "Yes. And you would be?" "Kurt Macallister." He reached out a hand. "I never miss a Warriors game. ESPN is still replaying that video of the Hail Mary pass you threw in the game against the Patriots."

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.

They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life. Max tried to fight them off, he tried to save me but he was outnumbered. Charles could do nothing either. A seven-foot-tall man hit Max on his head when he started protesting Xander Benson's decision and Max had fallen to the floor. My sweet Max! It crushed my heart to see him in such a terrible situation. I cried and cried but the strong hands holding me back didn't let me go. They didn't even let me cradle his head in my lap and check his wound. I didn't even know if he was alive. I hoped to God that he was alive. I could not imagine a world without Maxwell Barlow. He was the only man who really cared about me, who ca

“Being here with you has been wonderful. But it’s kind of like a fantasy, a sweet dream. Tomorrow we’re going back to reality.” “You prefer the fantasy?” “Well, it was a wonderful fantasy.” Maxim looked around his studio, the place he’d never shown another living soul. “Yes, Misha… it was.” ************* After their return to Carpathia, Maxim’s work schedule kept him away from the palazzo during the day. He was hands-on with his work, something she greatly respected, but, despite the fact that she was keeping busy by helping to establish a Carpathian branch of the Myotonic Dystrophy Foundation, Michaela missed him horribly while she rattled around the huge castle.

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Mexico snapped. "I swear, I did not run away from you all," Maxwell protested, feeling utterly helpless. "I believe you, Daddy. And I love you. These two are so stubborn and stupid. Don't listen to them. Come with me. I will show you all my drawings," Maxson said happily, grabbing Maxwell's hand. Maxwell helplessly followed Maxson upstairs, leaving the two angry Melina and Mexico behind. "Melina and Max, come here," Old Madam Williams said as soon as Maxwell left.