Maxwell Library Bsu Novels & Stories

the young girl whispered. "The archives are open to everyone here. That's why we came here," Mrs Maxwell said as she led them through the rows of shelves. They got to a particular shelf that was a different color from all the others. It was a very bright shade of pink. "We should find it here," Mrs Maxwell said as she halted. Cassarina quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. She began to pay attention to the titles of the books on that particular shelf. They were all pointing towards children's stories. She wondered how such an important document would be among a shelf filled with books for kids.

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.

Apparently, he and Frank had exchanged numbers, making him up-to-date with their group's whereabouts. Charlie noted that Maxwell often attempted to start a conversation with Dawn, but her friend mastered the art of making excuses. Maxwell's last attempt failed miserably when he joined them in the library, saying, "Hey guys, I was wondering if I could invite all of you to my gig this Saturday night at The Copper Mule downtown. It's a restaurant and bar where I usually sing and play guitar." Frank's eyes rounded. He reacted, "You sing?" "Yeah. I'm a music major," Maxwell replied. "The show starts at six in the evening—"

A voice in my head advised. I grabbed my laptop from the bed stand. The page open was on Lucas Maxwell, CEO of Binarid, a multi-billion dollar biotech company. Last night, I had done a little research on Binarid, and the first hit on the g****e search list was a Forbes article on Lucas Maxwell. The article painted him to be an asshole but also a genius who used his pain to bring his company to the top 10 in the world and save lives. And he was freaking hot.

I have to get something from the library and don't trust anyone, especially Sonia, to follow me up there. “I think it's better we leave now. We don't want to leave the councils waiting,” Maxwell told her. She nodded in response and left with him, leaving me alone in the mansion. I made my way towards the library upstairs and started looking for the book I had seen earlier. It contained some information that could actually help me with finding the spectra. “Your cousin seems to be a bitch sometimes,” I heard a voice that made me shriek causing me to fall off the ladder but luckily, Niandra caught me in time with her powers.

Maxwell went upstairs and went directly to his study. At this moment, although the study was not in a mess, the opened bookshelf revealed what had happened here not long ago. He clenched his fists tightly, walked all the way to the small path slowly, and went to the basement.

CHAPTER 28 A PLAN TO FIND THE AUTOPSY Max grinned at Alexander, having strategized earlier with Dylan about his training schedule. They patiently waited until Dylan left, giving them the privacy they needed to search the mansion. Alexander led the way since he still remembered the location of the library. He turned on the lights and closed the door to block out any unwanted disturbances. As they approached the library, Alexander took the right side while Max took the left. They frantically flipped through the pages of various books, but all they encountered were references to previous alphas.

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.

Bella said to her as she pulled her away from their hug and the two sat down again. She didn't want to go immediately to see Albert because she knew that elder Albert was too busy at the moment with the affair of the pack that was going on outside of the mansion. —--- “Is there a way you can be very fast with this research? We do not have all the time in the world to waste here; people’s lives depend on it,” Maxwell said to the research person who was helping them find a match and the details of all of the phone numbers that were provided by Maxwell and his group.

As always, Maxwell's office was spotless when I entered. The estate gardens could be seen through a wall of glass. The room was framed by shelves full of rare books that I had never seen him read. In the middle, a big desk sat like a throne. He stood behind it, perfectly composed with his hands lightly resting on the smooth edge. A small black USB drive was sitting next to a glass of water was the only thing that didn't look right. “Sit,” he said without looking back. I obeyed. For thirty seconds, he didn't say anything.