“You stole from me and stole my heart too, little thief. What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”Idris questioned. Tracing the horse whip on her delicate skin. Devika let out a low moan. “Punish me later, but please. fill my desires now.”Devika pleds desperately. Devika the bread winner of a high class theft group. battles with a traumatic past that led her into stealing. What happens when she stole from the pocket of the richest man in the world. His grandfathers wrist watch, the only one of its kind. She stole it, what happens when she is giving a mission to still from a wealthy man. Only to find out that her next target is the same man she stole his watch. Join me on this sweat ride filed with Drama, Romance, Action, and comedy. Triggerwarning: This novel contains rated content. sexual abuse, killing, theft, etc.
view more"Really?" Idris questioned. His gaze shifted to the coffee then back to her face. His dreary gaze bore holes into her skin. What followed was an ephemeral silence. Idris took his gaze back to the cup of coffee, he then stared back at her face. His gaze was searching for any ominous sign. His gaze scooted back to the coffee. "Is it poisoned?" Idris questioned with uncertainty. She shrugged. "I don’t know. You should try it, maybe when you die I will use your dead body to get what I want," Devika asserted. Idris darted a glare at her, but it only made her chuckle. "What? Are you scared? The almighty Idris Zachariah is scared!" Devika snickered. "Why don’t you have a test first?" Idris suggested, leaning back on his chair. His right hand rested on the desk, while his other hand sat on his thigh. He swung the chair to the side, facing his left. Eyes on Devika. "You should have a test, please be my guest," Idris said. Devika didn’t argue. She strode to the desk and picked up the
NEXT DAY, FURIOUS THIEF GANG HOUSE. MORNING.** Aoife walked alone in a hallway. Her heels clicked the floor as she walked down the hall. She was dressed in a bodysuit with high-heeled boots. After the successful mission last night, she didn’t even care about food. She was so exhausted that she retired to bed without having dinner. She planned to sleep till the next morning, but her brain didn’t let her. Her mind kept drifting back to Riccardo. She doesn’t understand the reason she felt the urge to see him, but she just wants to be with him. The joy at every successful mission that made her celebrate and end up drunk in a bar, resulting in obsessed Arthur—she didn’t feel it this time. Instead, she felt guilt eating her up. Her face twisted into a frown, and she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She pushed open the grand door in the hallway and walked into the room—the dining room. All of the gang members were present, eating their breakfast. She walked to her seat, an
She hissed out in frustration. Reluctantly she got up from the bed, she stood on her feet and slipped into her flip flops then she **walked** to her closet. She took a coat and wore it over her PJs, she **walked** out of the room. Stamping her feet on the ground as she **walked** to the kitchen then **took** her car keys. She **walked** out of the house after changing into **slippers**. She entered the elevator and pressed the **button** to the first floor. The door closed behind her then she **rested** her back on the wall. A sigh escaped her lips. She **closed** her eyes but they snapped open almost immediately. The memories of her family getting burned alive flashed through her head. Tears gathered in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. She felt like a failure. She let her parents down. For years she had been trying to locate the killers but **hadn’t** found any. No doubt they **were** highly skilled, **in fact** they **were ghosts**. Her mind snapped to Idris and she al
Diana managed to hide behind a pillar. The security who came inside to inspect stood at the door far from the death beams. His gaze traveled round the room. He took a step back and opened the door, expecting to see someone come out but nobody did. With one last glance, he turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. Diana breathed out in relief. She walked back to the jewelries. “You know we can't just take them right? We have to replace them with a counterfeit or something identical,” Diana said staring at the jewelries. “Yep! Check your left, there is a bag of clone jewelries exactly the same as the original. File them according to their original,” Chloe said. Diana did as instructed. She took every clone filing them back in the case immediately she took the original. She filed the jewelries in a bag. She tried lifting it and her back made a crack. “Fuck! This shit is heavier than my life problems,” Diana muttered. “Diana you got incoming. Be out in a min
Devika's gaze **snapped** from him. She cleared her throat. Idris saw what happened, but he chose to ignore it."Sir**,"she called and **walked** to him. "This one would look best on you," she said with a gulp. She took out the clothes from the hanger**,** she stretched out the inner shirt for him. He shot her a glance before pushing his arms into the sleeves.Devika went on to **hook** the buttons, brushing her fingers on his bare chest at every chance she **got**. She left the first three buttons undone like she saw earlier. After that she went for the suit**,** she **helped** him into his suit**,** then stood aside.A soft knock came from the door**,** it opened almost immediately. Matthew **stepped** in and **bowed**, Devika was tempted to roll her eyes**,** but she fought the urge."Time**?"** Idris **inquired**."Two minutes**."**He took the watch from his desk and **put it on**. Matthew stared at his watch with a raised eyebrow, he **had been working** with Idris for years. He
Devika scoffed. “I didn’t agree to this mission just to be exposed on my first day!” “I don’t think he knows. Or have you two met before?” Aoife questioned, her eyebrows slightly raised. “That isn’t the topic. I don’t know how you are going to do this, but get it fixed or I drop the mission,” Devika spoke. With that, she ended the call. Aoife let out a sigh. She was starting to doubt. Is she really the leader of this gang or just a tool? With an eye roll, she stood on her feet and walked into the bathroom. **PJ-TWENTY FIVE – Female Restroom** “Fuck,” Devika cursed. She turned on the tap, watching her hands before touching her makeup. Her entire system was shaking, on the brink of collapsing. She doesn’t know how someone could hold such an aura. As much as she hates to admit it, she can’t deny that he could see through people. She was starting to wonder if he was even human. The way he stares—it feels like he’s reading your fucking mind. Nevertheless, she was gonna get
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