Max Book Thief Novels & Stories

He asked and without waiting for an answer, he walked into the room where they were. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” Nicola asked and I nodded while signalling to the Soldatos to get ready in case anything was going to happen soon. “Told you it wouldn’t go peacefully.” Someone said from beside me and I looked over to see Cleto taking some cash off North’s hand while Diego laughed. I hadn’t even noticed they were there all along. And I just hoped they didn’t hear what that Roman Argentero had just said. “You just got lucky, klepto,” North mumbled with a little smile, handing a few remaining notes into Cleto’s outstretched hand.

His change of tone causes me to cower in my chair as I wonder about what the evil man meant. I hear water hit the floor on the side of me and that's when I see him. Max jerks awake in his chair and quickly looks around the room. When his eyes land on me he starts to panic and tries to get out of the chair. The evil man hits him in the face. The hit is so loud that it causes me to flinch as I cry. He looks at me as he hits Max again and I cry louder.

I said, spreading the vault map on the bed. “Here, here, here, here,and here” I marked out the camera point with an x sign on the map. “So to get in without being caught by the camera I need to operate with a cloak and make sure I pass through here and here”I said and marked those points too. “The only thing left right now is the fingerprint lock”. Only Raymond can open the vault. So stealing the diamond means i need Raymond’s fingerprint. “I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint”

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

On the day I started the job, the offer letter in my hand told a different story than the one I'd been promised. A million dollars a year had turned into three thousand dollars a month, printed in black and white. I looked up. "This isn't what we agreed on." The HR rep just smiled. "Ease into it first. We'll talk about a raise once you're off probation." I picked up the pen and signed. On the day of the signing ceremony, Mr. Pyatt was riding high. He turned to his assistant. "Has the money from the co-investment funds cleared yet?" I slid the offer letter, the one with "$3,000 a month" printed on it, gently across the table until it sat in the middle. "Mr. Pyatt, that $970,000 you save

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

Max returned to his room when Tatiana left Anne for her bath. The music box on the coffee table caught his attention. He noticed a line of Italian words inscribed on the bottom when he lifted it up and flipped it over in his hands. It was a serial number and the brand name. Without a doubt, this music box was manufactured to order. Max took out his phone, took a short picture, and texted it to his assistant, Isaac. "Find out who bought this music box."

A low, dark, moan came from him before he grabbed my hand and I jerked my head back. ”If you continue doing that, I'm going to see to it that we finish,” he said. His eyes holding hunger and lust. For me. I gave him a smirk kissed him quickly before returning to my seat. * * * We were in the car, driving to ’broadway’. Both of us silent and eager for what laid ahead. Broadway had always been the place where we made our fortune. Elvis and a few of his friends taught me how to pick-pocket. I learned quickly and they all said I was a natural. At first, they brought me to places with big crowds, usually drunk crowds too.

I grabbed the tablet, scrolling quickly. My heart pounded. “Impossible…” I whispered. Then I saw it. Fiancé. Billionaire. Ares Vincenzo. My grip tightened. “So that’s how she did it,” I hissed. “She must have slept her way out...” “Faline,” Kage warned. “Read properly.” I kept reading. And with every word. My anger grew. “She hit the jackpot,” I muttered. Before I could stop myself, I hurled the tablet across the room.

He seemed to have finally understood the whole situation and cursed under his breath as Leonor ran away from the study with tears in her eyes. — At an old warehouse, far away from Armando's mansion and NYC in total, a black car pulled up at the entrance. Max stepped out of it with a briefcase. He had been doing the dirty work for Armando for the main time secretly, and that kept their operation running smoothly. Today, he was dealing with a greedy old man who was known for wanting more than his share. He loathed this man, and so did everyone else. The meeting place was a rundown warehouse at the edge of the city. Max entered the building with the black suitcase, the contents of which were wo