Maxima Book Center นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Leilani’s eyes sparkled in delight. “Indeed,” Luster agreed with a smile. “There’s some old books here as well!” Maximus exclaimed from the other side of the room. When I chance a look at it, there was a small bookshelf on the floor right next to the bed. There were some old, thick books there which I have no doubt would not interest me. But Maximus loves reading every kind of book, so it’s a treasure to him.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

He knows I’ve crippled his frontline. A sharp, authoritative knock rattles the office door before it swings open. Max steps inside, his large frame casting a shadow across the threshold. “Hey,” he grunts, his expression grim as he closes the door behind him. He’s holding a thin, high-gloss rolled-up booklet in his right hand. He crosses the room with heavy, deliberate strides, tossing the booklet onto the center of my leather desk journal. It slides to a halt right over my financial reports. I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover.

After that, we went to a book cafe near by, they had a rule that you had to buy a cup of coffee to read a book and it was a good idea. I dropped my bags besides Max who was flirting with the barista who seemed to be enjoying what was going on. I walked through the store looking for one of my favorite books - Anne of the green gables. That was a book I read when I was younger and that book was one hell of a great one. "I got his number." Max came squealing. "Yeah, cool." I said while I continued to look for the book. "What?" Max asked with raised brows.

Maxwell’s hand gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles pale, while I stared out the window, watching the city blur into something colder and more forgotten as we got closer to the outskirts. The building wasn’t much to look at, a squat structure of white brick and rusted signage, tucked between an abandoned auto shop and a vacant lot. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and old smoke. We pushed open the doors and walked to the front counter. A man sat there, hunched over a ledger, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He looked up, startled at first, then wary. “Can I help you?” he asked. Maxwell stepped forward, his tone polite but firm. “We’re looking for information. About

It fell to the floor, landing face up to reveal the title: "The Dark History of the Maximillian Kingdom." My heart immediately started pounding when I saw the name on the cover. Shit! Why was a book like this in the library?

Maxwell closed the laptop and checked the time. It was Just past five. His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he saw that it was a message from Natasha. The message from Natasha read: Reservation confirmed. La Maison, 8 PM. Private table on the second floor. I've sent the address to your phone. Don't be late. Maxwell opened the link. La Maison. He had heard of it. Specifically from Armand and Casey who frequented the place.

“So there you have it. The Makina Library looks like what it is now because people lost interest in reading books.” Duke-X’s story tugged at Chastine’s heartstrings. She wanted to help the peculiar witborn but they needed to get what they came for in there: the Herb Codex. Maxill was straight up focused on this motive of theirs. So he immediately brought it up in the conversation. “This might cheer you up: we’re looking for a book that might be available on your shelf.” “Oh, really?” Duke-X went suddenly giddy with joy. “Sure, sure, but I made sure that every reader will feel rewarded for their efforts.”

STARLETTE “How did you know about all these?” Maximus asked, narrowing his eyes. “I read a lot. I read it in a book a long time ago.” I told him. He folded his arms across his chest. “What book? Tell me more.” “I can’t recall the exact book. And I’m afraid that’s all I know.” “I’m also afraid you’ll have to think hard to remember where you read that from. We need more information.” That sounded more like a threat than a request.

Chapter 6 When we had retrieved the hefty book, we headed back to Max's little house on the edge of Naples. The book was incredibly thick and the pages as thin as Max's chance of success in life. The writing was minuscule making it hard to read the thousands of tiny names and dates of birth on each page. The first 500 hundred pages were hardly legible, although someone had carefully gone over the ink so that it hadn't faded. Hecate Chiaramonti was on the first page, her birth date 1076 BC. That's 3096 years ago making it by far the oldest book in existence.