Quotes Book Thief Novels & Stories

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

His tanned skin contrasted with his orange shirt. "Good morning, Ma'am. You look so beautiful in the morning." His eyes almost disappeared because of his wide smile. "Morning." I smiled a bit. I went to the bench and sat there. I opened the book that I found at the library. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. I glanced at Sandro when he sat beside me. I just smiled at him before dropping my gaze on the book. "I did not know that you love reading," he commented. "Yup," I responded, eyes remained on the book.

~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer.

"Soon you'll understand what it feels like to lose everything. To have the people you trust become your enemies. To watch your world crumble." He picked up the photograph, studying Dante's young face. "You tried to bury me. But you forgot the most important lesson we learned together." His fingers traced the edge. "Dead men tell no tales. But ghosts? Ghosts come back to haunt you." Somewhere out there, Dante was probably holding Arabelle. Probably feeling safe. Probably forgetting that the most dangerous enemies aren't the ones you know about. They're the ones you've already left for dead. "Sweet dreams, brother." And in the darkness, his smile was terrible.

I turned around to face him and looked at the special gift around my neck. It was a silver necklace with small blue diamonds circling it. I looked up, meeting his gaze. "Is this..." I trailed off when I got lost in his eyes. "The blue diamond you tried to steal from my museum?" I nodded quietly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I know how much you loved it, and I want you to have it; it's yours." "It's beautiful; thank you." I smiled at him. "You remembered." He nodded quietly. His lips curved into a smirk. "I can never forget the jewel thief who stole my heart," Ares teased. THE END.

The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin. This should disgust me, he thought. But his hands were already opening the book. The first page bore a warning in faded ink: "Beware the bond that cannot be broken, for it will remake both hunter and hunted." Nathan's pulse hammered in his throat. He shouldn't be here. He should— A floorboard creaked upstairs. Nathan snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. Decision made. He'd steal it if he had to. Whatever this was, he needed to know.

Then he explained his action which had done nothing to soften the glower but had definitely added a crease between her eyebrows. She turned her head and browsed a section at the left corner of the room. She muttered silently under breath as her eyes scanned from the top shelf and glided down to the very bottom and traced the spines back up. She then took out a book from the middle row— a thick, old book with its tattered cover and yellowed pages. She skimmed through the pages until her gaze fixed on one and her eyes rapidly moved from one word to another. “I think...I think...it’s a bond withdrawal,” she murmured without glancing up. “What?” Dorian quirked an eyebrow.

Flashback* Ahmed Nawaz was in his cabin, working on his laptop when he heard noises coming from outside. He thought of ignoring it when someone barged into the office. "At least listen to me." Dayyan's pleading voice came as he entered the cabin. But what shocked Ahmed wasn't Dayyan coming to his cabin, neither it was Dayyan's guilty posture. What truly stunned Ahmed Nawaz was a young girl who entered the cabin with Dayyan. Clad in denim jeans shirt and black trousers, the girl's main highlight were her loud red lipstick and a determined expression on her face.

Occasionally she would open it and if she liked something in the book she would open, she would instantly buy it. She stopped at what she was doing, analyzing the book. She looked at the holes where she could clearly see section D. There was this woman who had just entered. She frowned at what the woman was up to. The woman seemed terrified and was looking around, making sure anyone was not looking at her. When she did not see anyone, she immediately put the books she had stolen into her bag. What she didn’t know was that Chel was just in the other section and the theft she was committing was seen.

But I still caught myself pressing my lips together to keep from answering. By midday, the shop filled with browsers. A boy who couldn’t have been older than twelve traced the spines of the fantasy section like they might spark to life. A woman in pearls asked if we had anything that would make her husband less boring. Moira deadpanned, “Divorce papers,” and the woman bought a romance novel instead. I found myself watching them the way I used to watch prey—cataloguing movements, predicting patterns—but this wasn’t hunting. This was… living. Quiet. Strange. Almost safe. When I reached for a crooked stack of poetry, my fingers landed on a collection with cracked leather binding. Someone had un