Maxine Mayfield Novels & Stories

It reminded her once again of why Sophia was so important in her life. That evening, May received a text that would shift the day even further: David Bluefield: Are you free this evening? I’d like to discuss something with you regarding a patient—professional, nothing more. May’s pulse quickened slightly. David Bluefield—a name she had only heard in passing before—was a renowned doctor from one of the city’s most powerful families. His reputation was impeccable: intelligence, charm, and influence rolled into one. He was also a close friend of Damien, often collaborating with him on high-profile cases.

Hazel, the sharp-tongued, fiercely independent assistant who had threatened his job, was lashing out simply because she was embarrassed over a rescue breath? It was ridiculous. But as he thought about the way she had actively avoided his gaze during those first few days, acting like a cornered animal every time he spoke to her, it actually made perfect sense. "I didn't know," Maxwell muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, now you do," Maya said, standing up from the table. "Just thought you should know the truth. You're a good guy, Maxwell. See you around." Maya gave him a quick wave and walked away, leaving Maxwell alone with his thoughts.

It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room. As I moved into the center of the room and placed the speaker on the ground, I finally spotted Maya. She was in the little kitchenette area fixing herself a drink. Maya is the most reserved of the bunch but has always been my favorite of Rachel's friends. She's a petite girl, a mix of Japanese (her mother) and Vietnamese (her father). She typically wears glasses and dresses pretty conservatively but is nevertheless very pretty, in a bookish sort of way. But that night she looked very different. Her glasses were gone, and she was wearing a very short, black skirt that showed off

Although the manager had accepted the invite on Maxine's behalf, she was still extremely unhappy She hadn't even appeared at the opening ceremony, and had spread out the news that she was going to quit the role. Miranda guessed that she had most likely heard that the project had gotten an enormous investment and she came obediently today. It was a billion-dollar production after all. Maxine was getting her makeup done. Upon spotting Miranda behind her through the mirror, she immediately scowled, completely not hiding her loathing towards Miranda. Like Maya, she had a wealthy father to support her, so she had always acted arrogantly on set. It gave her a bad

“Breathe, Emma. You’ve done this before. You just need to” He stopped mid sentence when another girl walked up, carrying a slim portable keyboard case. Oh sorry!” Maya said, nearly bumping into Emma. She was in a simple black dress, hair pulled back in a low bun, calm and grounded. Emma blinked. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” “You’re here for the audition too, right?” Maya asked, smiling nervously. Emma nodded. “Yeah. I’m Emma. Emma Stanford.” “I’m Maya Cruz.” Maya extended a hand, then pulled it back, like she wasn’t sure if that was too formal. “Good luck. I really hope we get picked. I really need this. For my mom. For my life. I really need to make my mama proud.”

Then he lifted his thumb to show me the stray ice cream as proof. “Thanks,” I said, smiling back at him. Jake suggested we play some games. As we walked toward the DDR machine, his hand brushed mine. He laughed at something dumb I said, and for a second, I forgot everything. The bruises. The pills under my pillow. Merissa’s near death experience. Just Jake’s smile—careless, soft. Like we were still kids. Suddenly, I saw Maxine. She was leaning against the machine. It took me a second to recognize her. She wore a hoodie. The hood was pulled low over her head as if she was hiding from someone.

Because if it is really Adam, then that means her prayers were answered. “Is h-he r-really h-here?” Maxine jumped out of the bed. She bit her nails as she walked around her room like an idiot. Feeling the pulse pounding in her wrists, she stared at her phone again. Maxine ceased from walking around and then tried to type a reply. [“So, you came back from Br…”] Delete, delete, delete… She deleted what she wrote and then typed again. [“I miss y…”] Delete, delete, delete…

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

"Then I'll remind you. Every single day if that's what it takes. Maya, you're not broken. You're a woman who survived a war, and you're the bravest person I've ever known." Behind them, Simone let out a sob. Caroline Westbrook—who'd started as Maya's attorney and had somehow become one of her closest friends—pressed a tissue to her eyes. Old Joe from the hardware store stood with his arm around Mrs. Chen from the bookshop, both of them beaming like proud parents. The officiant, a kind-faced woman named Grace who ran the community center, cleared her throat gently. "Shall we begin?"

"Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with concern. "Wait a minute! Mr Antonio, the CEO of MetaX is dead?" Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is really bad, Poor Seth, what is he going to do now?" Alison said as she sank into the bed dressed with a bubble gum pink bedsheet. "You see, that is the main reason why I'm considering the marriage contract." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers. "Now I get it, Daisy."