Max Crumbly Book 4 Novels & Stories

The book I got from Grandma Felicia's house and the file Raymond handed me the other day stared back at me. Going through them might give us something for our next line of attack. I was not going to fold my hands and watch. Flipping open the book from Grandma Felicia, I returned to the page I stopped at last time. All it had done so far was connect ties of company ownership and change of ownership along the line. It was a difficult read because I was not interested in any of that. After many more minutes of flipping through the pages, I finally got to the parts I've been dying to get to, the ‘collapse’ of the company.

~Harriet~ Just like that, I'd made Rael Morgan's mansion my abode. My internship had finally come to an end, and I'd finally be returning to school tomorrow. Today, which was a weekend, my eyes fluttered open after another fun-filled night with him. Walking into the bathroom, I caught sight of the many hickeys that married my skin, making my eyes darken. I could only bite my lip before running the water and taking a bath. Tying my hair in a messy bun, I'd gotten dressed in a casual oversized T-shirt that came just below my knee, with a short underneath it.

Max smiles, “Of course not. How could I be mad at your aunt? Especially when she looks so cute with flour on her face.” I am about to ask where the flour is when Maxwell touches my cheek to smear flour on me. The girls laugh. I look at Maxwell. Grabbing a damp towel, I wipe my face. I tell the girls, they can watch a movie while the pizza bakes. They run into the living room. I turn to Max, “I suppose I should do you a favor. Since you were so nice to tell me about the flour on my face,” I take a little flour from the counter and touch his nose. “I should tell you about the flour on your nose.”

“I need to stop taking you to job sites.” “Penthouse for crab.” “Can the crab pay rent?” He thought about it. “With shells.” Gabriella pointed at him. “I will defend him in court.” “Of course. Pro bono attorney for crabs.” The evening turned golden. Max ran, dug, and built one castle that collapsed four times and was still called a “design choice.” By the time we went back to the house, his feet were full of sand, his hair smelled like sun, and his energy was down by half, though his ego remained intact. I gave him a quick bath in the downstairs bathroom so the sand would not make it to the second floor. Gabriella stood ready with a large towel, prepared to catch him if he tried to escape.

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Aunt Marge greeted her enthusiastically. “It’s been so long since I last ate a bread baked from brick oven. I can’t wait to bring some home for dad” she said while spreading cheese over a slice. “Here try some” she excitedly put a small piece of bread in Celine’s mouth and the latter just opened her mouth to accept it. “Eat some more, we will feed the animals later and try the horses” Aunt Marge’s eyes were glowing despite being so early in the morning. Has she been brainwashed overnight?

Then, I began packing. As the mafia's Principessa, I would not be easily confined by one man alone. My belongings weren't too many after tossing out everything Simone gave me. As such, packing went by quickly. Five long years, reduced to a single 24-inch suitcase. I gave myself a self-deprecating smile before heading to the office. Then, I placed my resignation letter on Simone's desk. Just as I stepped out, Mr. Bianchi came rushing after me with my letter. "Why are you quitting suddenly, Zoe? Mr. Pozzi will never agree to this!"

He knew Maximus would ruin his plans but that was the right way for him to be fair to his innocent brothers. Maximus was nervous, his mouth trembling to admit his secret. ''This book I found, it came from Dad's bookshelf. When I picked it up I noticed something strange in this book," Max explained. He opened the book and everyone saw nothing written on its pages. Everyone just frowned but they wanted to know about it. ''If you don't see anything in it but I can see and read what's written on every page of it,'' Max said, his siblings did not react, they just kept listening. "So what's your point?" Flynn suddenly spoke, getting bored listening to him. "Can you just be straight to the point,"

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***