Max has never admitted to anyone that he dreams about his past, snippets of dreams about people he’s sure are his parents… reading him a book, raising him up in the air, calling him another name he can’t remember… They seemed happy. So why did he find himself growing up at an orphanage?
Celine is always haunted by the event that changed her life forever, her sister getting taken. When her sister disappeared, she wished it had been her instead. They said she was dead, but she knew deep in her heart that her sister was still alive. Haunted by her past, she navigates her day-to-day tasks like a sleeping robot, waiting to be awakened by the right operator.
Two individuals, thrown together by fate whose secrets might destroy the fabric of their existence. Will they find the love lurking in the shadows or will it remain elusive?
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Some dialogue and instances might be familiar if you’ve read Clara’s Mystery, but this is all from Max’s perspective, and this book runs alongside the same timeline as the first book. 
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Celine swallowed the lump in her throat and touched her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was probably a bad idea because Max just moved his gaze to her lips as his pupils dilated. 
Her heart thumped a little faster, and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She could not look away. She could feel the tension in the air and could feel her control slipping. In her mind, she was kissing those lips right now while she stared longingly.
The server came while they were staring at each other, too caught up in the moment, forgetting they were at the restaurant, figuring out the next thing to do. 
Get out of there and continue the seduction, or let the tension build until the end of the night?
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Max's Revelation - Orphan Trilogy

‘I feel so fucking awesome!!!!’ Celine wanted to scream. ‘This guy really knows how to fucking kiss, and oh my gosh, if that is how he kisses my lips, I could just imagine, ohhhhh… I’m addicted. Maybe I should just let him do whatever he wants. Who cares if we just started dating this week? At least I didn’t sleep with him yesterday. I waited. One day hahaha… goes to show how much self-control I have.’ 


Celine was touching her lips and imagining kissing Max again. ‘Wait, hasn’t he been in the bathroom long enough? What is he doing in there, anyway? Is he jacking off without me?’ 


Celine knocks on the door and hears running water on the other side. ‘Max! Is everything alright? Are you okay in there?’ He opens the door, and his hair is wet again. ‘Didn’t you just take a shower when I got here?’ she giggles. She could only assume what he had been doing. 


‘Don’t start with me,’ he replies and closes the door. 


Apart