Max Book Thief Novels & Stories

She looked up when Sheels impatiently tapped the counter. “Ms. Hemmingworth,” she said airily before going back to her parchment. She wrote a few details before clipping it to a folder stacked so neatly on her left side. She then extracted the biggest and the thickest of books Hera had ever seen. Placing it carefully on the counter, she flicked through the pages, scanning data after data with nothing but a finger, moving it up and down so fast that Hera had no time following her movement. “Hera Brown, right?”

Maximo took a walk back to his table. He stared at the box and his brows knitted. ‘It's probably some of those girls again.” he cursed ignoring the nicely packaged gift box. He made to take a turn, but something in his guts won't let him. He dropped the glass of the cup in his hand and opened the gift box. His brows knitted as he stared at the picture of Amelia, covered in blood, a dead skull, red pants, and another picture of her being tied up ready for BDSM. His hand found the piece of paper and he read what was on it.

Max moved as silently as a ghost through the dimly lit dungeons in the basement of the alpha council, his footsteps being so quiet that they were almost inaudible. As he inched his way through the maze-like corridors, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the wet walls. He was adamant about locating Thalia and Ruben, two council members whom Magnus had imprisoned, to exert the maximum amount of control over the packs that he could.

His other hand fumbled at his belt buckle. The second drunkard froze, his fuzzy eyes on something behind me. I followed his eyes and cursed under my breath. It was—it was the fucking money, Max’s pathetic consolation prize. "Hold up!" he shouted, staggering forward. "Look at this!" He snatched a bundle of cash, sniffing it greedily. "It’s real fucking money. Enough to drown in whiskey and whores and pay off my gambling debts." "Leave it alone!" I yelled, struggling harder against the ropes. "That's mine, you thieving bastards!"

Max had been sitting behind his desk late at night going through paperwork while I complained about how secretive he was. He'd laughed, then looked at me and said: "If everything ever falls apart, look where I kept the things nobody was supposed to find." At the time I rolled my eyes. I thought he was being dramatic. Now my heart started pounding. Because Max was dead. And everything had definitely fallen apart. I stood so quickly the chair nearly toppled behind me. The Blackthorne Archive. The words from the key flashed through my mind. Noah had the key, but Noah wasn't the only person who knew Max.

A perfect place to search. I tap the card against the desk, thinking. The loud ring of my phone startles me out of my thoughts. I look to see an unknown number. I hesitate for a second before answering. "Alpha Miles Mondragon?" a gruff, unfamiliar voice asks. "This is he." "This is Gamma Thorne from the Redwood Pack. I am calling to inform you that a member of your pack, Roxy Chapman, has been admitted to our hospital. She was stabbed multiple times. Your number was the last one she called before she lost consciousness."

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything. Upon remembering that, I felt my face go cold. I shoved the medicine back toward her. "I've already taken something. Mixing meds might cause a reaction." The words had barely left my mouth when Hailey Monroe, Sierra's best friend, burst out laughing. "Seriously, genius girl? You think taking flu medicine will ruin your shot at college? Sierra just felt bad for you being so alone and sick with no one to help, and you act like she's trying to sabotage you?"

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me