Max Book Thief Novels & Stories

"What's mine is yours. Take these—you can pawn them and start over. So you lost your job. You're a capable guy; you'll land on your feet." A greedy glint lit in his eyes as he snatched them. "You're right… you're right! With capital, I can turn this all around." I feigned sudden concern. "I've heard stories… they say one big win at a high-stakes table can set you up for life. But, Honey, promise me you won't gamble. We just don't have that kind of luck." The moment I said it, a dangerous hope ignited in his gaze. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled tissue. "Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?"

They rampaged through stuff in a different room. Max wanted to find the book that showed every supernatural in town. It was easy for him to convince all the followers behind him to follow him because he could have proof of them living in town. Over a matter of days, Max had gained several people in town, all following his orders

“You may not like me, but I could be of help to you. I am really good with books and finances and—” He cut me off by laughing even harder. It wasn’t a real laugh. It was very fake and sarcastic. If I had a penny for every single moment he humiliated me, I would no doubt be a millionaire. “Why would I allow you to see our books? I don’t trust you and your intentions.” I couldn’t help but snap a little. “You don’t trust me? I don’t trust you either. I was kidnapped and sold to Maxim. Tell me, Mikhail. What is going to happen to me once Maxim is done with me or somehow gets bored?”

' Reuben wondered. 'What? This seemingly unremarkable man is the heir to the most powerful mafia family?' I thought as I turned to Tracy, who was standing next to Reuben. The moment our eyes met, Tracy's thoughts made my blood almost freeze. 'Marisa doesn't know. What a stupid woman. Galvan and I have slept together countless times. 'That penniless Reuben's birthday present is an insult. A stupid wooden bird? He'll always be a low life. I've had enough of poverty.

"And because she knows I care about keeping you quiet. The security is coming back. We have ten seconds. Either you stay here and let them find the ring she probably hid in your dorm room... or you follow me." "Follow you where?" "Into the tunnels," Maxwell said. He stepped toward a small wooden panel on the floor. He kicked it, and it slid away to reveal a dark, narrow ladder leading down. The guards were getting closer. I could hear their boots on the marble floor. "Five seconds, Loveth," Maxwell said, stepping onto the ladder. "Choose." I thought about my mum’s tired eyes. I thought about the red circle around her head in the photo. I grabbed the ladder and climbed down into the dark. Max

Alexander raised his feet from the man’s hand and squatted in front of him. “Start talking”, He heard Alexander say. “I..heard them talking about a file, a dangerous file which could destroy them if it got to the police or public and...”he paused to take deep breaths then continued. “He said she was the key to destroying the file, I don’t know what he meant but that’s all he said”. Thomas swallowed, spitting the blood which was getting in his mouth “Alright then, thank you for your cooperation,” Alexander stood up and walked to the ash tray to place the cigarette, and then he walked towards the door opening it.

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

Mark shook his head perturbed, making his way to the settee. "Calm down Mark! It's just she brought us the evidence...and good news from the hackers, they were able to take down the photos. We are free men!" Marlon rejoiced. I couldn't help but feel pleased with myself. I mentally patted my own back, congratulating myself. I did it again, saved their poor, miserable, always in trouble and breaking the rules arses. Mark's gaze fell on me. "I'll have your cheque ready by today evening. You've saved me big time." He said with absolute clarity.

Max then began to act weird, he was smiling and then he would turn around not looking at his sister, he then looked at her and this time Lilith caught him staring. “Where did you get all this money from?” Lilith asked just like any sister would, she was somewhat putting on a show but at the same time she wanted to know how he could afford a house as big as Mr. King’s mansion that cost billions of dollars. “I have a job and a company you know” Max said to her and stretched his hands forward and guilted her to the front door. “Ladies first” Max said and directed Lilith into the living room. Lilith could feel the tension around, there were no single bodyguards and from her experience in technol

Elizabeth grumbled with palpable disdain. "Fret not, my dear. There's a gathering scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and all the heads of the mafia will be in attendance. The Romano family holds the most power at present, and Lucas wouldn't dare miss the meeting. He must be there to prove that he can lead the entire underworld and uphold the legacy of his father. That will be our chance to strike at him." Wilson declared with a cunning smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he plotted the execution of his plan, ensuring that no one or nothing would impede its success.