Maxine Mayfield Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Max shrugged, “Only by sight, and they have exchanged greetings at events before. I mean, Chief Summerset is very involved within the city and close to the mayor. He gets invited to a lot of charity events.” "I'm going to the station," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I don't care what Reid says. I can't just sit here doing nothing." Max shook his head. "Grace, that's not—" "She's right." Maya cut him off, her jaw set in that stubborn way that reminded me so much of Hunter. "If it were my husband locked up, I'd tear down the doors. Hell, I'm coming with you." "Maya—"

She walks in and I follow her behind. *Welcome, ladies. Please have a seat” the man we saw earlier says to us. He has a half smile on his face. His name tag is on the table “Max Hopkins” and it indicates he's the Chief. Maya and I sit opposite him. He pulls out a notepad. “I hear you have a complaint. But before that, I'll ask you a question.” He starts saying. “No problem, sur…” Maya says with the most stupid accent I've ever heard. She has this sheepish smile on her face and even though the Chief hasn't indicated any mutual interest whatsoever, Maya doesn't care about that. She has her slurry smile plastered over her face.

The old man is quite pissed, and so am I . "Grandpa, I don't..." "It shouldn't matter to you, besides, there's no record about her before she moved to SA I could find. Everything about her is hidden, except her name, ' Maylyn Hayes." Mmmm, Maylyn Hayes is similar to May Hayes. Could they be one? No they can't ,May is an orphan. "....can you hear me?"

“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.”

"That man does not say that. He does not say things like that. I have watched Liam shut down entire rooms with one look, I have watched him dismiss people without blinking, I have never once heard anyone say he has told them—" The door opened. Maxine came in carrying two cups like she had been waiting for a natural pause in the conversation to make her entrance, which meant she had probably been standing in the corridor for the last three minutes at minimum. She handed one cup to Steph and one to me and settled into the chair by the window with the calm unbothered energy of someone who lived here, which she did not, but that detail had never slowed Maxine down. "You needed to witness Liam’s

Gabriel blinks at him, dead serious. “Yes, man,” Win says, a little gentler. “No one talks like that all the time. We can’t understand you.” Gabriel sighs, rolling his eyes. “Huh. Thought I was fitting in.” He shakes it off, then gets serious. “Anyway, Michael sent Raphael to the other side. He’s on his way here. Are you four ready to mindlink your teams?” I nod. “All three of mine are ready.” “That’s so fascinating,” Maeve says, as if I’m not right here. She’s been the nosiest about the whole three-mate situation. Honestly, it’s borderline rude—but that doesn’t bother me anymore. Emotions don’t stick the way they used to. Except for one.

She was too young for that. She wanted her sweet life back where she could ask for anything and within minutes, it would be in her hands. Where she wouldn't have to do anything but order the maids around. She closed her eyes, weeping at the thought of how she had messed up her life. May's head rested on the gate as she gradually drifted off to sleep, standing. But before she entered a deep slumber, someone tapped her shoulder gently, jolting her awake. She relaxed when she saw it was Mr. David, the gatekeeper.

𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙅𝙧. Maya had seen it coming as soon as she observed Jay's fiddling and unsettling demeanor. He wanted to talk something but at first she failed to predict it might be about Sanjana Patel and now that she knew it, she couldn't decide what to say to him. Jay expectantly looked at Maya and she stood up carrying her bowl and walked towards her room.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.