Maxine Mayfield Novels & Stories

This secret has remained hidden until now. But Maxine accidentally discovered the secret when she was 5 years old. Chandrea secretly revealed to her that she wasn't her biological mother. Initially, it started as an aunt's prank, but her father, Lorenzo, supported Chandrea's statement. This marked the beginning of Maxine's obsession with seeking Chantal's love and affection. She understood that once her mother learned the truth about her origins, she might be abandoned and lost. Maxine had no desire to live with Chandrea due to the mess she represented, nor did she wish to be alone with her perfectionist father, Lorenzo, who always had high expectations for her.

So, he gave Maya a large sum of money and demanded that she bury the secret forever. She had agreed and left the city shortly after to put his mind at ease. He had thought that was the end of it, and that his life with Valerie would remain perfect and whole. But two months later, Maya blocked his car. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she told him that she was pregnant. And because she had a rare blood type, an abortion came with a high risk. Maxwell had frozen at the mention of the rare blood type.

“It’s not stale.” She raised a brow. “Girl, your screen protector has cracks that look like a map of Africa.” I groaned. “Maya, be serious. What if someone actually took it? Like for real?” That finally got her attention. She stood straighter, gum paused mid chew. “Wait. You’re not joking?” “No.” She leaned in. “Charlotte. Did you chat with Max today?” “No.” “Okayyyy,” Maya said slowly, tapping her chin like she was Detective Maya of FBI Kindergarten. “That’s serious.”

I didn't even see the guard dropping it on his way out; she came to our cell and unlocked it for us. "I am guessing it's your people that are outside waiting" she spoke to us for the first time since we were put down here, not that I knew of her before today or that she was even down here to begin with. I couldn't find my voice and just nodded my head dumbly at her, wanting to slap myself for not opening my mouth and saying something to her. Raven chuckled while he moved past me and out to stand in front of her, "When this is all over, May I present you with a fruit cup?" he asked her with a hopeful look on his face, I wander what Corey would think of him offering fruit cups to someone else.

They pulled out two old chairs and sat down, facing each other. Halfway through their first shift, Daisy raised her head and saw Alexia dozing off. She started to get up and wake her but then, for the first time, she noticed her. Her dark hair hung just past her shoulders, which she almost always had pulled back. It framed her face so… beautifully. Her light brown eyes fluttered shut. She was using her hand as a pillow so her face was all scrunched. Daisy smiled to herself before walking over to wake her.

Even before it all happened, she had faith in the kid's ability to protect their family. "Too tired from the last match?" Rogia whispered in her ear. Maxine found her senses back from the deep thoughts she had. She let out a sigh and nod to let her know that she's not in the mood. "How can these people throw themselves a party after that bloody camp? This is ridiculous," said Maxine. There's nothing she could do but feel helpless reminiscing the moments she's trying to hide from danger. Especially that one moment that she can't remember after Rogia falls into the old man's trap.

But May didn’t stop to talk. She walked straight to the small memorial wall they’d built on the courthouse steps. A single framed photo of Lena. May placed a white rose beneath it. “She won, you know,” May whispered. John joined her, brushing her hand. “No,” he said. “We did.”

His words were on repeat in her mind. "Oh God, please tell me what to do! Give me a sign!" She screamed as she lay back on her bed. Maxine was on her own and currently living in a small apartment in Newark, downtown. She makes a little money by being a waitress at a local diner. Although she could survive her everyday life, Maxine couldn't deny that it was really hard. She sometimes couldn't pay her bills on time, and sometimes, she needed to starve herself just to make enough money for it. She was a rat and Newark was a big city for her.

However, it wasn't the radio that resonated, but the faint sound of Maxine's vital signs flatlining. Beep~ The radio crackled with the report. "Reporting. It's Code 5. It's code 5." Maxine passed away without ever expressing to Agatha how much their friendship meant to her. Yet, she had no regrets. She lived on the streets like a rat. She killed like a machine. She yearned for freedom. And she found a true friend. Despite the hardships in Maxine's life, she found solace in how it all came to an end.

She narrated her heart to him with rugged and vigoured speech that couldn’t even scratch the surface compared to what she seemingly held within her. “This is what I didn’t want. I’m alright with my death, I’ve done shitty things that Max would be scared of me for doing but look where we are … I have a godson who’s almost going to be rich with all the assets I have willed to his name, don’t worry, the business is going back to the law since the mafia boss have the remaining city on their hands.” May had nothing else to raise against his rationale, especially as he rose Damian to above his arms. Mark was right. The past few months have been awesome for everyone. May and Zayne finally tied the