Maxwell's House Of Books の小説・ストーリー

I asked. “Yeah you could say that, now just go in,” he said as he pushed me into the house and ohh my was it huge. Huge is absolutely an understatement. This was massive, but it was a very stunning house. “ And you really want to tell me the Maxwell's actually gave this house up for people who are not even their kids?” I asked as I faced him with a suspicious look. “ You could call and ask him if you are that suspicious you know, and we'll say it was a Darkwood home before the whole war between our families,” he said as he lifted me up in his arms.

“Okay, I entrust it to you. Keep doing your best. “ Said Mrs. Maxwell, and she returned to her room. She also took off the white robe she was wearing and put it on the shoulder of the chair and sat down and struggled with the documents piled up on her desk. Mrs. Maxwell is a hardworking professor. She went to great lengths to find medicine breakthroughs and come up with plans to market them.

"It doesn't matter. You needed a nurse. I needed the money. That's all that this is." "Right," he whispered. "Just business." The rest of the afternoon was a blur of instructions. Maxwell led me around the house. A tall, silent, and too tidy house. His bedroom was minimalist. The fridge was filled with pre-cooked containers labeled "Protein A" and "No Salt B." He was a man who liked things in an ordered fashion. I gathered much from the way he kept his things. Neither of which I was capable of providing on a good day.

“It’s a set of books for children.” “Why did you buy books?” Maxwell asked, blinking his eyes at her. He knew that Mr. Quillen liked reading. However, how did his wife know that? How did he find out about Mr. Quillen’s interests? He was extremely interested in finding out how she knew.

He decided to give Alexander the book he asked for. As early as 8:00 a.m. the next morning, heavy rain poured uncomfortably, so no one could hear a sound other than the raging thunder in the dark cloud. Maxmillian Knight got to Alexander's house. At the security gate, there were more than twenty shape-shifting soldiers guarding it. Maxmillian kept the book inside his coat to prevent it from getting wet from the rain. As soon as he got inside, he saw Alexander and Grace sitting in the living room.

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.

Alexander never took her home since his parents hated her, but Maxwell’s thoughtfulness overwhelmed her. “No problem, Eva. We’re good friends, right?” he asked with a warm smile. They reached his parents’ house on the Gold Coast in the historic Greenwich Village. It was an old, well-maintained, 3-storeyed building with an old Greek touch to it. Eva looked a little ill at ease and very much in awe of his palatial home. She would be so out of place here. “Maxwell, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said, fidgeting with her hands nervously as he parked the car in the large garage.

“Well.” “I actually have one other thing I want to tell you about,” Maxwell said in the car. “What is it?” Reyona asked carefully. “Promise not to be mad?” “Do I need to be?” Reyona countered. “Just promise, okay?” Maxwell asked. “Okay,” Reyona answered. “That is not a promise, but here you go”, Maxwell said. “I brought that property.” “What property?” Reyona asked, and her eyes widened when she realised what he meant. “Ruth’s home? Why would you…?”

Maxwell opened the door and we entered then he drove us to Chris's home. The mansion was over the top and very modern. Not my taste at all. It was too exposed. It was made of glass, unlike the one I lived in. I could see the teens dancing and gyrating on each other from out in the driveway. Maxwell opened the door for us. “I will be back for the two of you in 3 hours.” “OK, Maxwell, and thank you," I replied. “Whatever, "Jenna flashed her hair and rolled her eyes.

Maxwell POV After my recent meeting with Caleb, I found myself in my study, reflecting on how my long-held plans are finally becoming a reality. I thought to myself, after decades of effort, my ambitions are coming to fruition. I am determined to eradicate the entire Blackwood and Grant families. However, I will spare Ivy's twins, as I know Adrian isn’t their biological father. But I will ensure they endure suffering, both during my lifetime and beyond. Their pain will persist. I plan to adopt a child who will inherit all my wealth and the fruits of my labor. Ivy's children will serve as maids, attending to me and my child for the rest of their lives.