Max From The Book Thief Novels & Stories

Ivory managed to discover Max's whereabouts after connecting with him. Water was the source of Max's power, who was a descendant of water wolves that would have average longevity. So, it would be a big mistake if Linea gave him water-related torture. Max will, of course, be able to handle it; it will become a source of energy for him.

So he asked Chastine to look out for the setup, while he asked Juste that they have a one on one talk in somewhere more private, out of Chastine’s earshot: on the balcony outside next to the laboratory, facing a great view of the mountains. “Do tell me, Juste.” was Maxill’s opening remark to break Juste’s cold and distant mood. Juste was finding it so hard to come up with the words to describe what happened. But he still managed to explain to Maxill about their predicament. The sinewy fellhound heaved out a heavy sigh, looked towards the horizon, and said, “…book was burned… Everything was burned… Scion did it.” “You mean every bush?!” “…he seems to know what was inside the book, every detai

I smiled because I had hurt her, drank my water, and threw the bottle away. Unice placed her phone on the top of the drawer and sat on the bed, not closing her eyes; did she not want to sleep? I smiled because I suspected she was scared. I exited my room and walked around in front of her. But I came to a halt when my phone in my pocket vibrated, revealing a text from Max, my only friend who was carrying what I needed and sometimes with me when I stole money, and I went out of the mansion with something he was delivering for me.

Max said, giving me a lethal look. "Enough with your fighting, do not act like I am going to fall for your act; I know exactly what you are trying to do here; if it had not been for Grace and Sonia, I would not have seen this day, nor would I have avenged you for the death of my children Max Cruz; you will pay for every penny you stole from me and the murder of my children, you snake; how could you be so hungry for money that you killed our children in cold blood?" Mina said, slapping Max again.

Perfect for hiding. They rented a small apartment above a closed-down bookstore, the kind with creaking stairs and windows that rattled when the wind came in off the water. Kael took work wherever he could, loading docks, night shifts, anything that kept them fed and unremarkable. Max filled the space with quiet routines: coffee in the mornings, notes stuck to the fridge, soft music playing while she relearned how to exist without fear breathing down her neck. She laughed more now. Not loudly, not often but sometimes.

I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover. “A charity auction catalog?” I ask, lifting a skeptical eyebrow as I look up at him. “Why the hell are you bringing me luxury retail listings, Max? We have an active mafia war brewing.” “Open it,” Max says coolly, dropping his heavy weight into the leather armchair across from me and crossing his legs. “Turn straight to page twelve.”

It was Max. He didn’t wait for his men. Max had rammed his bulletproof Maybach straight through the wrought-iron security gates and across the front lawn, plowing through the mercenaries' cargo van before leaping out of the car with a custom-built assault rifle in his hands. He stood in the center of the grand foyer, his tailored suit jacket torn, his dark hair disheveled, and his grey eyes blazing with absolute, unadulterated murder. "MAX!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, leaning over the wrought-iron banister.

When he gives me a threatening smile as he passes by me, I give him the finger and I am this close to take him down when the man talks again. “What is your name, little girl ?” He demands. “Are you threatening me?” “You would know if I did.” “Bring it on then. I am Antiope Everstone of the Waterend Pack and not fucking afraid of you!” Amusement glints in his eyes and my fury burns even hotter. Does he think that I am joking? That this is cute? “Let’s show him,” Maximo is scratching the back of my mind, demanding to be released and I am glad that she too finds him enraging.

I stood up and walked through his room but it was locked it seemed like those girls have left already, still, that was so weird of Gladimir to lock his room before leaving. ~~~ I went to my room where I rested for many hours but when I turned around in bed I check the clock it was still high but very late and Gladimir and his men weren't back yet. I was loitering in the living room when the food opened and my heart heated as he got warmed just at the idea of seeing Gladimir. Unfortunately, Max walked in with a bag which he laid open on the table. It was a bag filled with all types of guns. He took out a jotter and a pen laid on the table while looking at me lustfully with an annoying smile o

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.