Max From The Book Thief Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how I was going to do this but I was certainly going to find a way. Max had given me books on wolves to read and this had been my new hobby. I’d been binge reading and finding out so much in the two days he’d spoken to me. The door to the Library opened and Max walked in. “Hey Beautiful.” I closed the book and stared at him squarely in the face, “Hello yourself.” “Errr, I did something wrong didn’t I?” I tried to maintain a straight face, I said, “Oh and you don’t know?”

She needed time alone with Clara. -=- Max and Jeremy found the boxes in the dusty storeroom. There were more pictures than they expected, and so many innocent youthful faces looking back at them brought a lump to Max’s throat. ‘These are all the kids that were here since we were kids?’ he asked after clearing his throat, making his voice scratchy. So many abandoned youths, so many unloved kids. He felt their pain.

This was a problem. I slowly rolled off my desk and went to the sink to cleanse myself of as much of the telltale signs of sex as I could before I put myself back together. As I fastened my bra, my eyes caught sight of the books that Max had shoved out of his way. There was one lying open and displaying a drawing of a werewolf. I walked back to my desk and looked down at the book as it rested, face up, on the floor. Was someone trying to tell me something?

Maximo took a walk back to his table. He stared at the box and his brows knitted. ‘It's probably some of those girls again.” he cursed ignoring the nicely packaged gift box. He made to take a turn, but something in his guts won't let him. He dropped the glass of the cup in his hand and opened the gift box. His brows knitted as he stared at the picture of Amelia, covered in blood, a dead skull, red pants, and another picture of her being tied up ready for BDSM. His hand found the piece of paper and he read what was on it.

But since Thurstin has more solid and concrete information, Max buys it from him in exchange of assistance. Max is only helping us because Thurstin has information about what's going on. I don't believe Max will help because he is a good person. Yeah, maybe Max can be trusted. But still, he is a businessman. So I feel that Thurstin does not trust him 100%. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. When Thurstin and Max disappeared into the room I just gasped. How long are we in this situation? I want to go home. --- Luka's POV

Max had been sitting behind his desk late at night going through paperwork while I complained about how secretive he was. He'd laughed, then looked at me and said: "If everything ever falls apart, look where I kept the things nobody was supposed to find." At the time I rolled my eyes. I thought he was being dramatic. Now my heart started pounding. Because Max was dead. And everything had definitely fallen apart. I stood so quickly the chair nearly toppled behind me. The Blackthorne Archive. The words from the key flashed through my mind. Noah had the key, but Noah wasn't the only person who knew Max.

The Truth Elinor stared at the dusty old page of a book. In it was a painting of a woman she now knows as Esmeralda. “I found it in the very old section of books inside a public library.” Her fingertips traced down the woman’s floating hair. The paper was crisp and thin because of the times it endured to survive inside that library. A light press on the paper and she is certain the whole thing would dismantle. Max secured the page with a stand and clear cover so that its pages will not be blown by the wind. It looked so fragile that may have been the reason why Max decides to paint the woman on his canvas just in case the whole book would break into smaller pieces.

“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.”

I asked "Well I thought you'll love this"Love? He brought out a necklace from his pocket I stared at it for a moment and collected it... It had the shape of a Cupid...just like the birthmark of Jenny I tightened my fist in anger and smashed it on the floor Max eyes dilated in shock... "No"I muttered and ran upstairs I locked the door to my room and sank heavily on my bed "I hate you"I said lowly and cried bitterly Max POV Today was the best day of my self since I came to this manison

I’d ended up seeing something so gory, it was both hot and hunted me in my sleep. Because of how fast we were walking, we didn’t take long to reach the new library. When we entered, Maxim was still standing by the wall where he was at the time I ran out to meet his best friend. His eyes immediately dropped to Mikhail’s hand that was clasped in mine. I held back a smile and dragged Mikhail forward before he could greet his friend. “What do you see?” “Books,” he grinned. “Lots and lots of books.” “Right?” I could not contain my excitement even if I tried. Maxim was a bad person, yes, but even I couldn’t deny that this was a good deed. It was the best thing anyone had ever done for me.