Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

Because they had guns. I bit down on my buttom lip when I saw a security guard being pushed to the floor, and kicked on the ribs by one of these masked thieves. They didn't look professional enough, they looked rather hungry. Like they were badly in need of cash. But that didn't justify stealing.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

, I raised up to meet her gaze, " I simply can't let her suffer for something I know she didn't do," "Then who did?" She folded her arms across her chest, I caught the glimpse of a faint smirk on her lips. "How would I know my milady?" "What do you mean?" "We do not cross these paths, we are the servants that work downstairs, we do not even interfere with food and all. The thief is obviously someone who has access to your belongings. I also believe they may have dropped it there, and Martha just unfortunately happened to be at the scene there," Her lips twisted into a deep frown, eyes blazing with fire.

This place is abandoned and is known for eerie and uncanny thieves roaming around at night. It was a creepy looking street with broken street lamps, few could be seen with dim lights. Oh God knows; how much I am scared of being robbed and maybe worse can happen because the thieves here are very weird. I’ve read stories about this deserted place. Some who have experienced and have been robbed say that they look like ghosts and are really scary in appearance. One lady said that one man here tried to rape her but fortunately she escaped through the help of her friend who was also trapped here.

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

Desperation fueled his every move as he fought to regain his footing, but the thugs showed no mercy, their relentless assault continuing without remorse. "A mischievous rodent in need of a lesson, when venturing into our domain, one must adhere to our code." The ruffians erupted in raucous laughter, their eyes catching sight of the tiny satchel in Emmanuel's grasp. And the leader of the pack flashed a wicked grin, "Ah, it appears the little rat has bestowed upon us a token of recompense, wouldn't you say?" "Tonight, we shall revel in the finest spirits!" The thugs whistled and chortled, their gazes fixated on the pouch, brimming with avarice.

He then lough before taking a deep breath. "Neitherless they are both scums, " that's right, thieves, bandits, and pirate's are no different. They are all scums of the society who has no better ways of leading a peaceful life than killing men particularly because they want to steal something and take something from people.

Spasming and glitching, Gilda stood at her spot as three thieves went through her house and stole all her coffee supply. When Zen left the apothecarist after the fourth heist, he smirked in satisfaction. They were finally truly prepared for a caffeine counterattack on those blue slimes. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Tracer and Gambler shared a look, then shrugged and followed after the shorter Asian boy.

So, the devils had planned an illegal Surrogacy with the poor teenage maid who worked in their big mansion. The car stopped in front of an isolated cabin in the middle of woods. He asked his driver to leave. Mazov walked carefully on the broken stairs. With more cautious on the door, he creaked it open. After finding his favorite spot in the corner, he relaxed a bit. The pakhan, Pakhan and Pakhan. But right now, he was just Mazov. A simple man with a horrible past.

For a moment, I felt lost. A distant memory surfaced. Back then, when we were still struggling through life together, there was a time when I was accused of stealing at a supermarket. Ethan grabbed the person who accused me and insisted on proving my innocence. I couldn't remember what happened afterward as too much time had passed. That was one of the few times Ethan had truly trusted me. Now, he showed the evidence one piece at a time. Mia struggled. She still tried to argue, but the police directly escorted her into the police car. My friend and I also went to give our statements.