Maxima Book Center Novels & Stories

“Acupuncture? I’ve done it with a miracle doctor, but it was futile.” “My acupuncture is different from the others.” “How different? Isn’t it old wine in a new bottle? Stabbing the acupoints, right?” “You’re wrong then. Mine is called the Thirteen Acupunctures of Hell. It belongs to the Ultimate Book of Medicine. It can cure normal people as well as cultivators.” “The Ultimate Book of Medicine?” Maximilia’s eyes widened abruptly as she stared at Alex without blinking.

She’d spent the morning looking at two hopeless places to rent, one where a cat came to greet her at the door and her eyes started watering before she could even cross the threshold, and the other with a supposed non-smoking roommate who seemed to think that joints didn’t count. They’d met at a coffee shop in the area. Billie looked pleased with the purchase of an old cookbook filled with recipes for dishes from all over the world, a gift for Maxima. She was looking through the book, so she hadn’t fully paid attention when Billie promised she had the answer to Maxima’s prayers. When she glanced up, Billie’s eyes were alighted with mischievous laughter. “Are you kidding me?” Maxima asked, stu

—Tucked in the poetry section… was Max— He stood still, surrounded by verse. The poetry wing of the Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale was hushed, quieter even than the rest of the cathedral-like library. Heavy tomes lined each shelf in tall, glass-fronted cases. A chandelier hung overhead like a frozen constellation, casting a soft amber glow over the polished walnut floors. Max Carter’s hands were in his pockets, but his eyes moved like they always did—watchful, analytical, storm-gray with that familiar flicker of fire beneath. He wasn’t here for business. Not today. Not for legacy or leverage or damage control.

"Take all the time you need. Just remember that I'm here for you, and we'll get through this together." I sat at my desk, staring at the computer screen in front of me. Max's first launched book was a huge success after two years, thanks to Mia. The book had been on the New York Times Bestseller list for several weeks, and Max was being invited to do interviews and book signings all over the country. I'm so happy for Max, she deserves all the love and the blessing she's receiving. I know she's very humbled by all of the things that are happening around her.

"I need some fresh air, and you guys are still here, of course." After regaining the nod, Maxine passed towards the glass door with a white wooden frame —towards the balcony, as she had said earlier. Maxine searched for Maxim's name in her phone book list, then called eleven series of numbers until there was a note across, attaching the metal-body object to her right ear. With his head slightly bowed, Maxim still let his body sit upright. Since last night, Jase Stone, his father, has been constantly lecturing and ranting at him about all sorts of things.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ARIA I flipped a page of the old, giant hardcover book I was holding, my fingers skimming across the letters inked on the pages. I had gone exploring in Maximo’s mansion, deciding to take advantage of the little freedom he had given me. I was shocked to find out that he had a library here. Not just any basic library, a large, well-decorated one, with shelves and bookshelves upon bookshelves stacked high with ancient, leatherbound books in pristine condition.

They rampaged through stuff in a different room. Max wanted to find the book that showed every supernatural in town. It was easy for him to convince all the followers behind him to follow him because he could have proof of them living in town. Over a matter of days, Max had gained several people in town, all following his orders

I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

I turn my head around to check what is under my mini drawer, only to see a book with a dominant red on its cover page. “Sometimes you win, Sometimes you Learn…” I read loudly. I tilted my head. “Did I bought one like this before?” I asked myself since I don’t remember reading this book from before. But if it isn’t mine, then why is this here inside my place? Shoving all of my questions, I pulled the chair in front of my vanity mirror and decided to check the content. A little smile showed in my face when I realized something from the title. There is a Lose behind the word Learn and it is written with black ink. I flip on the next pages and it first have notes from the Author named John C. Ma

Maximo ordered the chauffeur to stop at one of his hotel. He alighted after getting to his destination and walks straight into his lounge to get wasted. When he enters this hotel, a very large space that lacks nothing at all, his staffs all bow before him. However Maximo turns blind eyes to them and just continues on his way. He get into his private lounge and informed the securities at the entrance never to let anyone in. He lowered himself on the splendid couch and pulled out his cigarette. Maximo undid one his cufflinks and unbutton his too boutons then he seat back to wallow in his sorrow.