Max Mayfield Season 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amanda said anxiously, "Max, what should we do now? Will the press conference continue?" "Without the butcher, do you still have to eat pigs with fur?" Max glanced at Amanda coldly and said, "Go on." "Yes," Amanda respectfully went to the front to prepare. Max went to the waiting room and sat for a moment, and sent Amy a message: "Did your third brother go back? Did he embarrass you?" Amy replied after three minutes: "Max Brother, I'm fine. Don't worry." Max was relieved. He got up and came to the press conference.

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.

“We need to talk, and it is very deep.” Max went to the uniform session to find one that fit her. As she placed her hand on the clothes, she became mindful of the conversation. She turned her head to see the three friends together. They were conversing and making jokes. She knew Selena had lied about not recognizing Titus, and she was going to prove it. She listened some more and could hear Selena start talking about Xavier. Max knew who that was. The basketball captain girls can die for. He and Selena are now in a relationship? What had she missed while she was away?

" Stella cried out from the pain, and the noise finally woke the adults up. Hearing footsteps approaching, Cade quickly released her hand. Amidst the scuffle, the cake fell to the ground with a loud thud. "What's going on?" Andrew demanded, his expression grim. Caden immediately threw himself into Tiana's arms and cried out, "Mom, Stella stole my cake! She said it's her house, and everything here belongs to her. She even said she was going to kick me out!" Andrew's scrutinizing gaze fell on Stella. Surprisingly, he didn't lose his temper right away. "Stella, is that true?" Seeing his solemn expression, Stella trembled uncontrollably and quavered, "That's not true, Daddy! Caden's lying. He al

"Apparently she's part of the Task Force now, and she was taken while on a mission. Dad's sent Greg to get more information out of the Task Force, but we're going to start a search from here." They all go pale. Almost as one, they turn and pull their mates into their arms, each pair clinging for comfort. I've never felt the absence of my mate so strongly. I really fucking need someone to lean on right now, someone to help shoulder this agony. While they're still reeling, I hear footsteps on the stairs and turn to see Max coming down. He looks slightly better. He's showered, and the bags under his eyes aren't so severe, but he still looks hollow. Lost. His eyes are faintly vacant, like he's c

Third-Person POV Maxwell sat on the bench outside the operating room and recalled how pale Valerie had looked during the blood donation. He wondered how she was doing right now. He kept checking his phone for her messages, but there was nothing. When Maya noticed the look on his face, a flicker of resentment flashed in her eyes. She feigned a casual tone and said, "Maxwell, why would Mrs. Ford repeatedly hurt Lena? Do you think she knows that Lena is your daughter?"

When Maxwell gets in and finds Caswell - not Caleb - in the back, he freezes. He knows this isn’t good at all. The driver pulls away immediately.

And I’m going to show that stupid Rose she’s made the worst choice dumping me. ‘Ooh! The drama’s gonna gush up the audience—I can’t wait for their responses!’ cried Max clasping her hands together in her sophisticated way. ‘The new love.’ She patted Richard’s shoulder, who beamed like a mummy’s boy. And then she turned to me. ‘And the old love! It’ll be the World Cup of TV series!’

“I need to go to Vegas. It’s an urgent family emergency. Something come up that I need to handle—” “Something?” Her voice rose. “Mr Max, the kid I left you to watch over has been missing for three days, and you’re telling me now that you’re flying off to God-knows-where?” “I didn’t choose this—” “Bullshit!” she snapped, stepping back and letting him in just to give her fury room to breathe. “You came here pretending to help and pretending to care about Max. And now that things get serious, you’re running away...”

"There are names in here… and one I didn’t expect to see." "Who?" Maddox looked up, his gray eyes turning stormy. "Derek." --- Minutes later, the team was out. The air outside felt colder. Max approached her when he saw the look on her face. "You okay?" "I will be… if this ends soon." Max wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the vehicle. "Then let’s make it end." --- In the distance, among the abandoned cameras of the old casino, a face watched the live feed with a twisted smile.