The Book Thief Max Novels & Stories

he said, stuffing the book under his armpit. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “what are you hiding, Max?” “Nothing, now leave my room, I will join you downstairs when I am ready.” “Really Max, what is in that book?” “None of your business, now leave.” “Okay,” I stood up, “I’m leaving,” he was looking at me and I pretended to be going to the door before turning back and snatching the book from him. “Molly!” He yelled but I was already down the stairs. He chased after me and I opened the book while running. The first picture I saw made me stop and he crashed into me.

Everything about them had been a lie, but a lie to who? Moe gave me a stern look and bunched his fists at his side. He didn’t look pleased about something, and I figured he wasn’t happy about me. “When was the last time you saw Max?” he asked in his deep, authoritative voice. “Four days ago. I brought Max to my sister’s house in werewolf territory. I thought she would be safe from the vampires looking for her and from Noctua. But she wasn’t. Vampires made a deal with my parents, and they handed her over to them. Amid everything, Max escaped and returned to town with my friend, but something happened, and she’s nowhere to be found.”

Max kissed the back of her hand before he let her leave the elevator, and he whistled as he went back to the conference room Sebastian had assigned to them. It has been a while since Max used his hacking skills to good use. These days he uses it to get back at people who piss him off. Making them purchase big-ticket items that would usually embarrass them when they returned them. A huge boat they didn’t need, 10 refrigerators they couldn’t use, a huge box of dildos, or several inflatable dolls that would put anybody into shame. It always gave him a pleasure to see their faces when he spied on them on their supposed to be secure security systems. So now, he was going to make Celine’s boss les

“Not you, of course.” “I know. I’m aware Hunter hasn’t been easy to deal with,” Trig says. “That’s an understatement.” “Hunter? This is Hunter?” The man asks as he stares at me with daggers in his eyes. “Yes, this is him,” Max says, and from the scowl on his face, I can see Max has passed on her distaste for me to him. “Hunter Abercrombie,” I say, introducing myself. I reach out to shake his hands; he eyes it before finally taking it.

That was the rule of the game. But Krist couldn't believe he couldn't tame Max, so he thought he'd try again. The last time he was in Max's house, he had memorised the password to the door, so he thought he would try his luck, and to his surprise, the door was opened. Walking in slowly he was greeted by a strong smell of omega pheromones, he clenched his fist thinking that Max must be with someone else but to his surprise he found a beautiful man lying in the living room in pain. He grinned at that and thought that he was still lucky, Max wasn't there, but instead he had found another treasure, the new guy at school that everyone wanted to try! He thought that Max must have wanted the man fi

For Max it's packing. ~~~~~ Max wakes up from his nap, his eyes flickering slowly but briefly then suddenly becomes wide when his sense of smell smells something burning. Max stood up, "Fire?" he said as he sat on the bed. Without thinking long enough, Max immediately got up and stepped his foot towards the door. The young man was very surprised when he opened the door of his room, suddenly a lot of smoke billowed in the AREA of the TV room as well as the living room, even the smoke made him cough.

“I made a mistake… and I’m ready to set things right.” A cracked laugh escaped me before I could stop it. It was ugly and shaking, but it was all I had. He looked up at me, startled, like he couldn’t understand the insanity of what he was saying. “Forgiveness?” I repeated, scoffing. “Are you going to bring back the life you took?” He exhaled harshly and got back to his feet. If I used to think Rolex was crazy… then Maxello was something else. A true psycho hiding under a charming face. And to think I spent years with him, years without seeing the monster underneath.

And now, he was me. I turned away from the glass, the echo of my vow sharp in my mind. Alex. Emily. They thought they’d stolen everything from me—my life, my future, my heart. They had no idea what they’d unleashed. The old Max had died. This new Max? He would burn them down to ash.

His golden eyes mirror the flames that dance on the torch. Max climbs down the dais and immediately, the crowd parts to let him through. He takes confident steps to the massive stack of wood that makes up the bonfire and with the stretch of his hand, the bonfire is lit and it goes ablaze. The fire builds until it looks like a living breathing thing. Softly, too softly that I almost miss, Max says “For protection and preservation.” Beside me, Tarla repeats,

When he finally breaks the kiss I’m so disoriented that I think I forgot my own name. Max leans in to kiss my forehead and then lowers his head to my ear and whispers “To be continued my feisty little wolf”. Max lowers his has to my butt and pulls me to him as he easily gets to his feet. He stands there with me wrapped around his torso for a few seconds. It looks like he is considering something and then with a low growl from his chest, he lowers me to my feet. I can feel Reign’s disappointment and my feet hit the ground “Sorry, my wolf is a little worked up at the moment”