Max Book Thief Novels & Stories

The beggar's revelation had ignited a spark that would either be quenched by the shadows of secrecy or blaze into a rebellion against the very forces that sought to control his destiny. Bojan, the beggar with threads of Alcides' past woven into his own, led Maximus to a secluded spot within the labyrinthine corridors of the palace. The air was heavy with the weight of secrets, and as they reached their clandestine destination, Bojan hesitated before unveiling the final chapter of the twisted tale.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ARIA I flipped a page of the old, giant hardcover book I was holding, my fingers skimming across the letters inked on the pages. I had gone exploring in Maximo’s mansion, deciding to take advantage of the little freedom he had given me. I was shocked to find out that he had a library here. Not just any basic library, a large, well-decorated one, with shelves and bookshelves upon bookshelves stacked high with ancient, leatherbound books in pristine condition.

That bitch! "Oh right! The file. Here it is." Max said showing them a big read files with velvet cover. Even from the outside it looks extremely important! "You know that this is a crime write I can report you." Jasper said. "And we have the prove too." He continued signalling behind him from where Ashley came. Max's eyes widened. "She won't go against me." he said his voice not so certain anymore. "Oh she definitely will. You see Max this is the problem with greedy people, you give the more money than they already getting and they will be on your side." Jasper said.

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

It was clear why Tethia cherished this outing, even while living under the shadow of a ruthless mafia man. “You seem very happy, Tethia,” Chateau said, breaking the silence and drawing Tethia’s attention away from her plate. Tethia glanced outside, her gaze settling on the lively street market near the restaurant. “I am very happy, Chateau. It doesn’t matter who I’m with or who I work for.” “Work for? Who do you work for?” Chateau asked, her brow furrowing. “Giraud Maxence, of course. My man.”

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Kalix and Max catch on immediately, understanding my unspoken reason. When the others return to their conversations, Max turns me to face him completely, his hand cupping my cheek. "I can't believe you talked me into letting you do that," he whispers in my ear, his gaze intense as he meets my eyes again. "Believe it," I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist. Leaning my chin on his chest, I look up at him and say, "That's why I took so long, actually. Apparently, it's not every day that a regular teenager walks into U.S. Bank with a ten-thousand-dollar check, requesting the entire amount in hundred-dollar bills." Max shakes his head at me with a hint of amusement, pecks my nose, and still

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

"I can't scent anything strange, but the bastard was clever enough to cover his tracks before." And so, I waited. Max silently entered the apartment, gliding with the stealth of a predator. From the look of him I was pretty sure he was hoping to find Zachary in there so he could rip off his arms and beat him with them (one of the many threats he'd made). "All clear, babe." I jumped, startled from my thoughts. Slowly I walked through the door, still expecting something awful to appear. Max stood in the centre of the living room, a stony expression on his face and a small box in his hands. My stomach churned at the sight. The box had been inside my apartment which meant Zachary had been inside