Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

At the great castle of the six thieves, a man sat at the entrance with sword in his hand, he did not say a word he just attacked Awoditi, like they have met before, he began to defend himself as it was obvious that that was all he could do, because the man bested him three to one, after something that looks like hours, the man succeeded by pinning him to the floor, with his sword at Awoditi"s neck, first time any man was successful at disarming him since his training ended. He closed his eyes, expecting the sharpness of the sword cutting through the trout and sending him on the journey to meet with his forefathers. But someone started clapping behind him, he opened his eyes and saw a man he

The man was unlucky, when he fell in, he landed shoulder first, the sharp trap was deeply sunk into his shoulder blades and chest, he should have tried to break away from the trap, but it ended up tearing the wound even worse, blood flowing out. The wet dirt mixed with the smell of rust, solidified into a deep black color together with the blood. Mu Zi only looked at it and stopped looking. "He didn't bring a gun, only a dagger in his hand, he shouldn't be here to assassinate you." Mu Zi said. "It's a thief." Murong Cheng said faintly, "There are many gamblers around the Xianghai City area, who lost everything and are not willing to leave, so they stay here to become thieves."

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

It was a far cry from what she had been just the day before. I met Joel back at the den and we went to another meeting about the shipyards. The human law enforcement had let the thieves be killed in their custody. The wolves had no leads on the potion they were sure was involved. As far as anyone could tell the men were just regular, low quality burglars. It was a long unsatisfying meeting. "Except for the fact they kept claiming to be invisible, which the police did not understand, they were normal humans," Joel told me shaking his head.

the dealer gestured nervously, "on the third floor. We followed your instructions, keeping them confined under the guise of collecting money. We've even provided them with food and women. There are about twenty young thugs." Jean swiftly evaluated the situation. He signaled to his team of forty Royal Guards, all impeccably trained and fiercely loyal. "Thirty of you, arm yourselves and get ready to subdue the thieves on the third floor. Pierre will lead you, and failure is unacceptable. The rest, come with me to secure our vehicles."

"Adonis, do you ever wonder why someone would risk everything for stolen treasures? What drives them to become thieves?" Adonis leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the distance. "It's a question that has puzzled me as well, my friend. Perhaps it's the allure of wealth, the desire to possess what is forbidden or out of reach. Or maybe it's the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline coursing through their veins as they outwit their pursuers."

I was alert to everything around me. I am almost always alert, of course - that's how I've survived this long. But a marketplace attracts more than honest and dishonest customers. Pickpockets and other thieves are drawn by the money being spent, and the goods on display. No, thieves wouldn't attempt to steal a slave. But you'd be amazed to see what can be stolen, while a shapely female slave is being shown.

The person shivered when he turned to face me, falling to his knees with his head grazing the ground. “Do I know you?” I asked in a cold tone. “No my lord, but I know you. I saw you at one of your visits to the pack. I'm Marion, a pack guard.” He said. “What's the commotion about?” I asked. “There's this little thief, who has been going about stealing things from the market. The thief does this about five days of the week. He is always fast and swift, and we’ve never caught him. But today is surely his doomsday. I stationed a guard who has great speed at the market. He’ll be caught in no time.” He grinned.