Max Mayfield Novels & Stories

— Richard Wright. Richard walks to the stage, receiving an affectionate hug from Filomena who passes the microphone to him. She walks away, letting Richard start his emotional speech. But I don’t pay attention to anything he says, I stare at Filomena who avoids looking at me. X approaches her and tries to whisper something in her ear, which causes her to leave the stage in the middle of Richard’s speech, which does not understand what is happening. I smile in his direction trying to reassure him, my will is to leave behind her, but what would be the use? Everything is already lost.

“Max Adrian and Nian are coming back home. Remember to go to the Collins’ house tonight for dinner. Love you!” After reading the text, Max laughed. He then raised his head and said to his employees, “That’s it. Place Jason on the field, and Kevin on the bench.” Hearing that, the crowd looked at each other in surprise. Max didn’t care about them and left the office.

Felix came over with the security when he heard Liam’s shouts. Liam’s eyes lit up when he saw Felix. “Kick this person out right now! He’s cheating with a script!” “I think it’s time you stopped kicking up a fuss.” Felix looked at Liam and continued coldly, “Max Lane didn’t use a script. I was watching your entire game from the control room. Max will be part of the team from today onward.” Everyone was stunned to hear that. Max was officially on the team! He was an official member of the team!

he stammered. Carmela's expression turned cold, her words dripping with conviction, "Maxwell is dead, Max. He's been dead a long time ago. I've made my research. This is all you, Max. Your secret is out." The air was heavy with tension as Carmela's words hung like a verdict, leaving Max with no escape from the truth. His eyes darted around, searching for an exit, but Carmela's gaze held him captive, daring him to deny the evidence she had uncovered.

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

### MAXWELL'S FLASHBACK #### At Luxford K–8 School, Maxwell was the second-best basketball player in middle school. He loved the sport, loved the team spirit, and had grown close to his teammates despite knowing some, like Paxton Owens, had a mean streak. Their dads worked at the same company, so maintaining appearances was expected. Maxwell’s father, Joseph Turner, often reminded him to stay close to Paxton. Joseph was up for a promotion, and Paxton’s dad was his direct supervisor. Although at the start, Maxwell’s friendship with Paxton was more obligation than choice, Paxton was fun to be around when he wasn’t being a jerk.

I hear Maya ask as we stand up to leave the office. Max chuckles. His mustache flays up a little. I'll admit he's cute and in his uniform. “I'm sorry, I have some work to do” he says politely. “Criminals to catch?” Maya asks. This time, Max laughs exposing a dental that's so white. “I'm sure we ladies will meet again.” He says and Maya shrugs. “Your loss” she says. As we he's out, Max says after us “don't stay out late, Evelyn”

“As long as you use condoms, I don’t care. I don’t want her getting pregnant on you. You might not know it, but you are going places, kid. This godforsaken town is not the end of your journey. You are getting the hell out of here and no sneaky bitch is going to stop you.” Max slammed the plate on the table. The pancakes on it tousled in the air a little. Both his mother and I flinched. “Maddy is a wonderful friend of mine. I like her very much. She means the world to me and I will not stand by and watch you disrespect her, do you understand me?” Max snapped. I was staring at him, amazed. His mother nodded obediently. She mellowed down, accepting her plate of pancake without a single word to

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.

The man tried to contain his anger, as he attempted to persuade his daughter with another cheesy act. "I won't sign the letter. Nola, even if you are angry with me now, you can still come back whenever you want in the future. There's no need to cut ties. I don't want you to regret it in the future, Nola..." Silently, Maya let out a long sigh as she grew even more disgusted by the fake attention Max was trying to show her. Her hands were tightly clenched. A person like Max, is one of a kind of person she hates the most in the world.