Max Book Thief Novels & Stories

I yelled again. Max came limping from the villa as fast as he could with a torchlight in his hand. Approaching behind him from a farther end of the villa was Steve. Max stopped dead when he saw the scene – one of the men bolting toward the beach while the other dropped the bag in panic. “Call security!” Max barked at the house manager behind him. Then, without hesitation, Steve pursued the thief. My heart pulsed faster as I crouched beside the bag, checking its contents. Inside were my limited edition gemstone pieces – the ones I brought to photograph for my next campaign.

Selena Lethal I had woken up early in the morning to search around the room for the hidden camera and microphone, and yeah, I got it and I smashed it into tiny pieces. I was presently reading another book, that is all I can do around here, I’m monitored like a criminal. My eyes were hurting a bit so I decided to drop the book and go say hi to Martin and Bianca, they were presently in the movie room. Angel’s mansion is very large, I love everything about it from the color to the scent, the mansion was even more beautiful than that of my fathers.

I hoped it was useful, and not just someone’s diary. Max was waiting in the tunnel outside the chamber when I returned. I didn’t tell him about the book—for now, I kept it tucked into the inner pocket of my jacket, where no one would find it. False hopes and all that. We walked back through the tunnel in companionable silence. Max stayed close to me this time, close enough that our arms occasionally brushed. He looked sad, but more at peace, like visiting the last known place his father had been was a relief that he needed.

She wanted to see if she could still see Max, as she couldn't glimpse his face when he was talking to Kira. He was turning his back to her while Kira was the one that had her face to her. Max had walked out of sight. He was no more walking in the passageway when she turned her back to see. She started walking in the direction Kira was going as her mind started wandering. *. Max got to the big hall that seemed like a library in the fortress. "Gregor!!" Max called out to the librarian immediately as he got to the library. He suddenly heard a loud thud sound that was accompanied by the falling of books.

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

“Get your laptop. You’re coming with us.” Joe quickly gathered his equipment, stuffing cables and external drives into a worn backpack. We all stormed out of the apartment, the tension following us like a living shadow down the hallway and into the elevator. In the car, Maxim kept talking to himself in the front seat, his voice a low, anxious murmur. “I hope this is just a love getaway as it seems like on the screen. Let the lady not be a disguise.” Dante sighed from beside me. “Dad, will you stop worrying yourself? Ivan is fine.”

“I’m only a witness.” “Gaby.” “I’m a witness paid by your mother.” I pulled the coffee table a little closer and sat on the rug with him. I set the MacBook on the sofa, the iPad still glowing beside me. Max sat cross-legged, his small thigh pressing against the paper, one hand gripping a crayon too tightly. “M,” I said, pointing to the large letter on the sheet. “M for Max.” “Correct.” “M for Mami.” “Correct.” “M for mansion.”

Leaving Mike and I surrounded by Garrison and his two dozen or so posse of goons. “Tell me, Swift, is this the client who hired you to steal from that box?” I still had no idea which box he was talking about. “I know it wasn’t Miko, see a certain Dark Witch, who goes by the name of Shadow had Miko killed.” He chuckles and growl. “Yes. I paid her to steal.” Mike says, squaring his shoulders in defiance. I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve, whatever it was I was with him one hundred percent.

~Celine's POV~ Since the Dinner with Grandpa, I haven't slept peacefully. So when the clock in the hallway struck two, I stopped pretending. I changed into something that wouldn't catch light in the hallways, stole the master key from Mrs. Hargrove's kitchen drawer, and went hunting for ghosts in the locked cabinets three floors down. "By 3 a.m., a confidential ledger burned against my palms." Rain lashed the windows, the Thornhart estate creaking around me like a ship in a storm. The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold.

Disappointment burned hotter underneath it, betrayal and failure warring inside me. My teeth clenched together. “Adrian,” I snapped into the receiver. “My office. Now.” I didn’t wait for his response before ending the call. My gaze stayed fixed on the screen, bile rising in my throat. It was a black-market listing for the Grand Marlow Hotel. Four days until auction. I hissed against my fist. Then the fury broke loose as I flung the laptop against the wall. It shattered, the pieces raining to the floor not unlike the pieces of the broken mirror the previous night.