Maxine Mayfield Novels & Stories

Whether she was wolfless, she still heard the wolf blood in her veins flowing, that was a fact they could not deny. So the medicine did not work and thus the two people talking had no idea that Maya was conscious. Although she was about to be tossed into the lake, she did not make any sound. It seemed that it was something that could have happened when she was rescued by Mark when she was young. Maybe she was truly a jinx as Melissa called her. She did not deserve to have a family or someone to care about her. Maya resigned to her fate and closed her eyes. Although she did not see anything even she when opened them, she still wanted to die peacefully.

Her vision blurred as she tried to sit up but she couldn’t. Her hands and feet were tied. Her mouth wasn’t gagged, though. “Where… where am I?” she screamed, her voice cracking. “Who’s there?!” Footsteps echoed and then a figure stepped into her line of sight. Her heart dropped. It was none other than Maxwell. “You?” Maya breathed, fear climbing into her chest. Maxwell smirked, folding his arms leisurely. “Yes,” he said. “Me.” “How dare you? How dare you kidnap me like this?” Maya snapped, struggling against her restraints.

Across the small, round marble table sat Maya. She looked stunning. Dressed in an unstructured cream silk blazer over a dark camisole, her dark hair falling in sleek, glossy waves over her shoulders, the chief orthopedist exuded an easy, magnetic poise. She leaned forward, resting her chin lightly in her hand, her dark eyes lit with genuine, captivating interest as she listened to Eve.

Claudine calls out. “Look at this Claud and listen carefully Merry. I have re-scanned from the pages we saw earlier and all of the sketches were drawn from late August.” May explains. “So what's the problem?” Claudine questions. “Year 2020!” May responds. I gaped as I hear May continued to say, “There is absolutely no way that America could have drawn any of this. She was in a coma since July 2020 and woke up last March 25th, 2022.”

May said "Just let me concentrate on driving right now so we won't crash okay?" James said and face driving. "Fine, if you don't want us to be friend. I'm not a fans of friend either" May repiled with a scoffed. *Ion like her* James thought. Blaine May,21 years of age. She a short girl with a brown hair,small waist and body, flawless skin and cute baby face,long lashes with big eyeball,full thick brows with black eyeball. She's a popstar and model for skin care,she cherish her skin more than anything or anyone on Earth.

May said with a soft smile while recalling the past. "She was strikingly beautiful, a perfect replica of her mother. She was truly stunning. But alas… Ms. Madison had a tragic fate—she never married." "Never married? Then how did Nelly…" "Ah, so you already know about this part?" May smiled knowingly. "Ms. Madison pursued acting in her youth and became an actress. She had little contact with the family after that. I still remember that fateful snowy day when Ms. Madison returned, clutching a baby in her arms.

As soon as he saw me, he stopped screaming. “What? Aren't you going to scream anymore?” “Who are you? And what do you want from me?” “Mr. Charles Newman, you are the father of Annabel, correct?” “y…yes, how did you know?” “I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Ciara Mayfield. I used to be the Knighters pack witch.” “Uh!” Charles scoffed. “I want nothing to do with that goddess' forsaken pack. How did you find me?”

As I was busy thinking I saw he had been sizing me up and down. Max’s P.O.V 'Wait! Am I still dreaming? I must be dreaming still. Yeah! I’m in my bed right now and I’m gonna wake up any second now..…3…..2……1' 'She’s marvelous, she’s the one. We want her' 'What the….! Who said that?' the voice said again like in class. Maya’s P.O.V

MAY ANDREA BENJAMIN 14TH APRIL 1923 – 19TH SEPTEMBER, 2015 LOVING MOTHER, GRANDMOTHER, AND FRIEND. ‘We shall meet again, in the place where flowers never die.’ Aunt May’s ashes were carried quietly in a heart-shaped ceramic urn that bore a colorful polish on the surface, as colorful as the life she had lived. The ceremony was attended by the Manning family and also the Wilsons too who had flown from New York to support Lucas.

asked Ryder. “Staying in the Cadens’ mansion is boring. I’m going out for a walk,” Maxine walked a certain distance away from the mansion before replying. After leaving the mansion, she took out her phone and called Madelyn. “Maxine, is there anything?” Madelyn’s voice sounded from the phone. “Must there always be something?” Maxine chuckled. “Cut to the chase. Just tell me what you want.” “I need to see Mr. Gabriel,” Maxine said straightforwardly.