The Book Thief Max Novels & Stories

“Uncle Maxi, can I get some water? My throat is very dry!” Maxi didn’t say a thing and left for some water and food. He thought about the boy and how unfair the world was towards him and pitifully shook his head. He got to the reception area, ordered some water and food, paid and took everything with him back to Wilson where he was resting in the second floor. As he opened the door, he immediately realized the boy who he spent so much money ordering for was not on the bed he had left him. He looked around the room frantically but there was nobody there. He panicked. What could have happened? Was he taken by the family of the thief that he tried to killed? Maybe they had killed him. Or maybe…

He couldn’t help but wonder. Michael’s face was void of any emotions as he placed the weapon back in the car. "Ok boss…" He responded. The two men quietly walked side by side with each other without uttering a word. They soon reach apartment 108, the door is wide open to their surprise. Mario peeps in the tiny hallway and immediately spots Max in there frantically packing what looked like a travelling bag. Max the snitch was busy inside the apartment, trying to park the things he needed to flee to safety because his gig was up and he knew what both Christina and Victor would do if they got hold of him.

Without waiting for the reply on the other side, Max disconnected the call and bent down beside Tisha's dead body. He caught a sight of something which looked extremely familiar to him. It looked like a bracelet. "W-what?" Max gasped while he covered his palm with his handkerchief and pulled out the golden wrist wear. It was indeed a bracelet but what made him gasp was, "No way, you can't be the killer, Maria! Oh no baby sister, how could you!" he quickly stuffed the ornament in his pocket and walked out. Tbc...

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.

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But since Thurstin has more solid and concrete information, Max buys it from him in exchange of assistance. Max is only helping us because Thurstin has information about what's going on. I don't believe Max will help because he is a good person. Yeah, maybe Max can be trusted. But still, he is a businessman. So I feel that Thurstin does not trust him 100%. Or maybe I'm just paranoid. When Thurstin and Max disappeared into the room I just gasped. How long are we in this situation? I want to go home. --- Luka's POV

“Transformation complete.” “Congratulations.” “I’m a T-Rex.” “You’re a T-Rex taking a nap.” His smile disappeared immediately. “T-Rexes don’t nap.” “T-Rexes also don’t watch Cars.” Five minutes later, he walked toward the stairs dragging his little blanket behind him, still muttering that modern dinosaur life had too many rules. Gabriella followed behind him. “I want two books,” Max said. “One.” “Two small ones.” Their voices disappeared upstairs.

"I can't scent anything strange, but the bastard was clever enough to cover his tracks before." And so, I waited. Max silently entered the apartment, gliding with the stealth of a predator. From the look of him I was pretty sure he was hoping to find Zachary in there so he could rip off his arms and beat him with them (one of the many threats he'd made). "All clear, babe." I jumped, startled from my thoughts. Slowly I walked through the door, still expecting something awful to appear. Max stood in the centre of the living room, a stony expression on his face and a small box in his hands. My stomach churned at the sight. The box had been inside my apartment which meant Zachary had been inside

I didn’t know how I was going to do this but I was certainly going to find a way. Max had given me books on wolves to read and this had been my new hobby. I’d been binge reading and finding out so much in the two days he’d spoken to me. The door to the Library opened and Max walked in. “Hey Beautiful.” I closed the book and stared at him squarely in the face, “Hello yourself.” “Errr, I did something wrong didn’t I?” I tried to maintain a straight face, I said, “Oh and you don’t know?”

Max wondered for a second if it was the boys or it was the Watson’s they wanted to killed. “I don’t know how we are going to handle this.” The woman said as she looked Max up and down. The last boy, the Dean he just found in the cellar looked at him and tried to go to him. The Doctor was holding on to his arm. “I think you should let go of him like that.” Max said as his voice got deeper. “That one and his twin are different. They aren’t like the others. Plus that one is mine.” “Max Anderson I knew what you and Deanna were going to do.” The older woman smiled.