Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

“Why are we being dragged out, she’s the one who should be dragged out, she’s a thief! A thief!!” The hall seemed to quiet down and focus on the source of the commotion. Amy smiled when she realized she had everyone's attention, then she continued shouting that i was a thief.

he inquired. "T-there were three of them... one was dark-skinned, another had long hair, and one was thin and appeared unkempt," Megan replied tearfully. I couldn't resist commenting, "I'm beginning to think that all the thieves in Henderson resemble each other. And the frequency of thefts seems to be rising." With a sigh, I added, "Would you believe that three individuals matching the intruders' description in my room stole your belongings?" "W-what do you mean?" Megan swallowed, her voice tinged with anxiety.

After all, one of Roggan's old rules stated that thieves should never leave empty-handed! As the King of Thieves, he had undoubtedly stolen many things. Only after Archibald left did the Guild of Eternal Life members dare to return to their rooms.

he whispers, as he pulls me into his chest. But am I like that? My mind races over the multiple things I’ve stolen since I got here. One thing in particular which does bring me guilt. Granted I’ve never killed anyone but taking their food, taking their money, is that any different?

“Andy!” “Boss!” “Boss!” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Andrius. The thugs reacted strongly to Andrius’ deafening entrance. The expressions on their faces went through multiple changes. From a vicious look to a blank look, then a mortified one, they all happened within half a second. The thugs used to work for Jamire Ringstone. They knew there was someone in Sumeria who could erase them from existence with ease, someone that they could not afford to offend. Now, that particular someone appeared before them.

Let's see how this woman disturbs her then. Seeing how Amelia just ignored her and kept on walking further, Faiz quickened her pace and caught up with Amelia. For some reason, Faiz didn't hate it. She liked it instead. She is a thief, a rogue, and a hooligan in others' eyes. Since she can remember, she has always been in a pack that has to steal from others because they don't have anything that belongs to them. And no one was ever willing to give them anything. The only option left for them then was to steal from others and rob them to survive.

Everything was in place as he had summoned a group of Dragon Guards in advance to prepare for the attack on the Scarlet Thief. Once the Dragon Guards from the eastern region arrived, they would be able to spring into action. "Yes!" The Dragon Guards said in unison, all the while worrying. The Scarlet Thief ranked fourth on the criminal list and was known for his cunning. He would often escape as soon as he heard any news of an ambush against him. Even with the help of the Dragon Guards from the eastern region, they might not find the Scarlet Thief, let alone kill him. Their chances of success were really low. That was what all the Dragon Guards, including Alfred, had thought.

“And you, wifey, will see this. You will see, firsthand, the awful fate that waits for those who betray me or hurt my family. I want this to be a strong reminder of your own dangerous spot and what could happen if you ever betrayed me. A sneak peek of what a double-cross can cost. You need to understand exactly why I am called the Cross-Bearer. It’s not just a name; it’s a promise.A very dark one.” His gaze held hers, a mix of warning and raw possessiveness that made her insides clench. The air between them twisted with a tension that had nothing to do with law or loyalty. ~~~ The drive to the warehouse was quiet, heavy with dread. Claudine sat in the big black SUV, squeezed between Marcello

“The file here has her name, Naomi Laurent. She's the criminal, take her.” “YES, SIR.” The trio thundered and made for Naomi. Held her up like a rag. Then one of the thugs stepped in and jacked her below her thighs, resting her abdomen on his shoulders, then lifted his weight and the extra weight, high and made for the exit while others followed suit. “Hello, Miss Natasha, we have her here.”

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.