Max Mayfield Season 3 Novels & Stories

He lifted him higher as they walked among the tall, leafy trees of Carmel. I smiled, letting a quiet warmth spread through my chest. Not because of where they were, but because of Max’s face. There was a light in his eyes that rarely appeared when he was just playing in our backyard. A light that only came when he was genuinely happy. Another notification. This time, a video. I tapped the play icon. Max stood with his arms crossed, his face serious, facing off against Trisha, who looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh. Behind them was a picnic table cluttered with lunch boxes and cold drinks, and the faint sound of waves rolling in from afar.

Preparing everything related to the meeting at three o'clock this afternoon. Meanwhile, inside Merry, Max activated his earphone. Contacting someone deemed necessary until the connection was made. “What's up, Max?” “Am I interrupting?“ asked Max while watching the road ahead of him. It wasn't too busy, but he still had to concentrate. He made his seat as comfortable as possible. “No. I just finished a photo shoot. You really separated me from the fun,” he said sulkily. “Just a week, Giselle.” Max chuckled.

I didn't want to go but I didn't have any choice. I climbed down the ladder and turn around to see Mr Stone looking at me. "Oh, Mr Williams, I actually came for a project but I fell asleep on the couch of Hannah's bed. I'll be going now" I said too smoothly. "Oh, I see, okay then, but make sure not to sleep on her bed the next time" he called as I started to walk off. Busted. Third person's POV Max didn't go to school the next day. He decided to visit Megan's mom. He drove down town. Words kept repeating in his head.

“She’s beautiful. And small. I didn’t think I’d get emotional, but… I nearly lost it. When I saw her, it felt like I’d been punched in the chest. And she looked like my mother.” Before Noah could respond, Ryan approached, dressed like he belonged on a tournament poster, classic polo shirt, tan golf pants, smug smirk in place. “Well, this is new,” Ryan drawled, eyeing Max. “You actually showed up.” Max did have a habit of canceling because something always came up. He hoped that would change. He needed to learn to put Jade first. “Don’t make me regret it,” Max said, but there was no heat. Ryan offered a firm handshake. “Let’s play. No cameras. No fake charm. Just three guys and eighteen holes

So they all went outside and started to play. The two babies under a net in the playpen while the other three tried to chase fireflies as Michelle watched from her walker as she stood next to Max who was also enjoying the night. Max was more relaxed tonight than he had been in months. Though he was waiting for the news from the DA that everything was put on hold for the trail. The last thing he wanted to think about or even hear about was David. He looked at his wife and saw she was finally happy it seemed. She turned and looked at him, “Max how would I know if they used the electro shock therapy on me?”

said Anna Marie anxiously. "Okay, I'll immediately check Jason's house. Wait!" Max said as he ran out of the church toward his car park. Max immediately drove his car to the elite Hollywood housing complex. It was getting late, the wedding blessing ceremony was almost 2 hours late. Inside Max was worried that JC would change his mind in his last moments. Maybe that young man went to Grenada looking for Annastacia! thought Max confused.

"Mad, you don't have to." "Let it out; it's okay," Mad says, caressing my back. He doesn't know how soothing it is to have someone I know sincerely cared about me. My entire life; I only know mom and Max, and now Maddox seems to really care. I wipe my thoughts away; convincing myself not to linger on something impossible in my world. Maddox and I are two worlds apart. Max fell asleep in my arms before we left him to check on Dr. Mendoza for Max's treatment response. His statement is a weight on my shoulders. According to him, Max's condition is getting really worse. I don't want to listen to him anymore.

As David stepped back into the banquet hall, Max trailed behind, his grin hadn’t left since the encounter with Maureen Williams. They barely made it a few paces into the hall before they ran into Felix, who looked mildly baffled as he walked toward them with a wine glass in hand. "Hey," Felix said, a little breathless, eyes darting between the two. "Why'd you both leave the terrace so fast? I was just coming to join you." Max let out a chuckle, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he stepped to the side. "Oh, you missed the fireworks, Felix. Our boy here just turned down Maureen Williams—flat."

He couldn’t help but wonder. Michael’s face was void of any emotions as he placed the weapon back in the car. "Ok boss…" He responded. The two men quietly walked side by side with each other without uttering a word. They soon reach apartment 108, the door is wide open to their surprise. Mario peeps in the tiny hallway and immediately spots Max in there frantically packing what looked like a travelling bag. Max the snitch was busy inside the apartment, trying to park the things he needed to flee to safety because his gig was up and he knew what both Christina and Victor would do if they got hold of him.

Melanie stepped out from behind Henry, her face a picture of innocence, yet her smile was anything but. "Selena, this is the maternity ward. How could you just 'pass by'? You're here for Henry, aren't you?" Henry's eyes, complicated and heavy, landed on me, his voice filled with resignation, "Selena, there's no need for this. I told you that we're getting remarried on the first of next month." I stayed quiet, hiding behind Wren, not ready to reveal the truth. Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!"