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He was tongue-tied before clear his throat, "Ah, I see. I thought so! You are too young to read this kind of book! If your father knows about this, he can get a heart attack!" "I do read this book. But, it didn't amuse me." Max open his mouth but found no word to say. Usually, he will tease and ask if she has her own preferences fantasies about this kind of romance. However, Max feeling nervous about it. Wait, he asked himself. Nervous? Me? The head of the most powerful guild in this empire getting nervous by mere a younger girl? Oh, Max! Get back to your sense! But even though he was giving himself a hard time, it doesn't work. Max found no courage to finding out.

I mimicked and wished I didn't because my mother started a history of how Max's great-grandfather was an English admiral and the club dates back generations. Max stood up, excused himself, and retreated to his room, which I thought I ate a little bit more and excused myself as well. Mother sent me those deadly glares, but Mr Hawthorne allowed me to leave the table anyway. I removed my clothes and stepped into the bathroom after a long shower to ease me of the incident of today. I stepped out with my towel wrapped around my body while using the short one to dry my damp towel, only to find Max in my room, at the table, reading my notebook aloud.

Max, on the other hand, was less embarrassed and more surprised. "Hey, Nolan. Hailey got lost, and I thought I would show her where the library was. Turned out she is a Shakespearean, just like your mum was," Max explained, picking up the dusty book they had been reading and showing the cover to Nolan. It was a comedic play by William Shakespeare titled "As You Like It." However, Nolan was not satisfied with the innocent explanation and frowned at the other occupants of the library. "So, let me get things straight: I asked you to get guidance from your maid, and instead, you somehow managed to drag my busy uncle into a book study with you. Am I on track, Miss Lincoln?"

As I reach it I rush into the cabin seeking warmth. The sight that greets me has me running forward as I see Maximus. He sits on a couch similar to the one we laid on as he gazes at the table. I follow his gaze to see that he stares at a newspaper article. Stepping close to the read the paper the headline causes me to gasp 'Small Town Reporter Murdered by the a Hatchling." The words of the article are blurred to my vision. As hard as I try I am unable to read the article itself when suddenly his voice fills my ears. I take my eyes away from my work photo and look to see tears on his face.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the shadows stretch further into the hallway. They slid beneath doors, climbed along the ceilings, and slipped around corners like silent smoke. Through them, I saw him. Maxwell stood in the center of the corridor, turning slowly as he searched the empty prison. His face was twisted with fury. Behind him walked several robed men, their expressions tense and uncertain. And in Maxwell’s hands… The book. The same manuscript I had seen earlier in the ritual chamber. The one meant to resurrect the dead. His fingers gripped it tightly, the ancient pages rustling as he moved.

“Madam, you cannot leave the penthouse.” “Why? Is there some danger out there?” Ariadne challenged, a steely edge in her voice. “Then that’s why you’re here. So, do you want me to take the bus alone, or will you drive me?” Caught between duty and her command, Andymon had no choice but to comply. In the mansion’s master bedroom, Maximilian lay propped against a mound of pillows on his large bed, engrossed in a stack of books. He relished these quiet moments, diving into new knowledge with an instinctive thirst for discovery.

The truth had my father’s voice wrapped around it, patient and relentless, waiting for me to stop pretending I could outrun it. The Edwards’ estate looked exactly the way it always had, immaculate, controlled, designed to make you feel small before you ever stepped inside. Gravel crunched beneath my tires as I pulled up, the sound too loud in the quiet. I sat there for a moment longer than necessary, my hands on the steering wheel, breathing through the pressure in my chest. This was where decisions got made. Not announced. Not celebrated. Decided. Maximilian was in his study when I was shown in. Of course he was. He always chose rooms that felt like chessboards: dark wood, sharp angles, wal

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?

This magnificent car must be a nobleman's car, and those niggers wdare here if a commoner is to touche by touch a small item is noble's, there will be a bunch of fines money. When there was no longer any movement outside, Maxx puddle no. dare to step outside, he was too tired and hungry to sleep at all. When he woke up, he was lying in a large room, next to an elderly man, looking very knowledgeable. Next to the man was a boy about the same age as him.