Max Brooks Minecraft Novels & Stories

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

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he said to Allison, “I can't catch a break. Please ignore her. I’m Diana McCoy’s lawyer.” Max looked away with a weak smile. “ so I guessed right” “Yeah. Chill, bro.” Josh scoffed. “It's not that much of a big deal even if it is” he laughed, “What about you?” Maxwell took a step back. “I’m a big lawyer too. GRM’s.” Josh's smile slowly dried out completely. ****

Drake was so frustrated that he didn’t know where to vent his anger. He has seen fear in people, especially in his enemies but seeing the fear of Emily; it seems like she saw him as a monster. He’s an Alpha, the king of the Blue Moon pack. The powerful of all, but he stopped just because he saw Emily’s tears? Damn it! He could feel that there was something different about the girl. He could feel a foreign attraction towards her that he couldn’t explain. What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak.

He was a jokester, and at thirty-two, he was the playboy of the group with a different girl on his arm every time we saw him, and they were always drop-dead gorgeous. The next in the Cooper lineup was Brooks, four years Moby's junior; he was the All-American Boy. Holy hell, his golden-blond hair was naturally highlighted, those same green eyes, and looked exactly like every fairytale boy Disney dared dream and the kind of guy any girl would be proud to take home to their parents. He'd played college football, graduated with honors, and was now some bigwig at one of the BMW suppliers in town. Slightly reserved upon initial meeting, he was a warm and gentle giant once he got to know a person.

BROOKS When we left the hospital, Jonah looked at me and said, “What in the hell did you do to my friend Brooks? What happened before you called me and told me to go to her window? Don't say nothing, because your hand is fractured and she is in the hospital with bandages on her wrist and talking about anti-depressants, and before you say it, YES I know what they are." I looked at my 14-year-old brother and said when in the hell did you become so grown? He said,

Hit me up. Then another: Homewrecker. And another: Daddy issues much? I turn my phone face-down on the floor, but I can still hear it buzzing against the floor. When I finally look up through blurred vision, Maya Brooks is standing at the end of the hallway. The student manager clutches her practice schedule against her chest, staring at me with something that might be pity. "Maya" I start to call out. Instead she turns and walks away quickly, her sneakers squeaking on the floor.

Miller leaned forward. "Go on." "Ava and I, we were talking that day. About books. She mentioned this series she loved, 'The Shadow Watchers.' It's about a secret society that observes injustices and anonymously leaks information to expose criminals." He held up the book. "She said the author, a reclusive writer, uses the pen name 'Boom.' She thought it was cool. Like, 'boom, here's the truth.'" Miller’s eyes widened. "Boom. The name that appeared on the video file."

A small smile emerged on his face as he said, “I’m Damien, welcome to your new home.” I nodded, "I’m Elena and thankyou.” The smile didn’t vanish away and he turned towards the boys telling them to introduce themselves. The hazel eyed boy looked at me with those dark eyes, "Lucifer, 20.” The next one had blond hair and green eyes, “Stephan, 19.” They weren’t fond of introductions. Next one had tattoos all over his skin that made him look scary, his deep blue eyes held immense hatred and the darkness around him told me to stay away. “Elias, 18.”

He regaled his opponent with a glowing thumbs-up, praising, “You beat me again, Brooks! I can’t believe you blindsided me like that—I lost, fair and square and completely humbled!” The man named Brooks smiled slightly, but it was enough to fill those who looked at him with warmth. He was a towering, slightly hulking figure, and yet he emanated an air of scholarly gentleness that could easily fool an oblivious onlooker as a teacher or a professor. No one would have expected the man to be Paxton “Ares” Brooks—the man single-handedly tasked to protect the entirety of Rheasia. “So, to what do I owe this honor, Hoffman? You weren’t just in desperate need for a playmate, were you? Game’s over, man