Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

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."

“And a thief? Come on.” “That’s what I thought, too,” Cindy said. “And I don’t have proof. I’m just hearing them. But they’re saying that it’s like a mental disorder, Soren being a thief.” Oh, now, Soren’s a cuckoo, too? Misha wanted to say out loud but kept quiet. “Like him being a thief, there’s a more accurate word for it, medical word,” Cindy said, searching for word. “Kleptomania,” Misha offered.

The Streets of Palermo – Chaos Rising The city was a tinderbox, and Vanguard had lit the match. In the market square, a group of young men—former wrestlers, thieves, and sons of merchants—gathered in the shadows. "He took my mother," one hissed. "He took my sister," another growled. "And my wife," a third added, his voice raw with fury. They were not soldiers. But they were angry. And anger was enough. …… Vanguard stood on his balcony, watching the city below. He did not see the flames flickering in the distance. He did not hear the whispers.

But he found nothing just as a second guard came forward and together they turned the bag upside down, Lipstick my wallet my Phone, Compact mirror. “Nothing here, sir,” one of them said, slightly puzzled. Mata’s smirk faltered. “That..... there’s no way. it is not possible I know she put it in there.” “Perhaps you were mistaken,” I said coolly, standing slowly to my feet, my dress falling in soft waves. “Or maybe you thought I was as blind and gullible as I used to be.” “You ” “Funny thing about thieves,” I said, stepping closer to her, lowering my voice so only she and Sarah could hear, “they always assume everyone else plays dirty just like them.”

Whispers seeped through the thick door—gruff voices of Lucian’s thugs, their boots scuffing as they delivered stale bread and tepid water. Their words painted a grim tapestry: “The syndicate is under attack… Lucian’s losing ground… a traitor’s spilling secrets…” My heart clenched, piecing together the chaos. Lucian battled rival mobs, his empire was teetering, a traitor within his ranks fueling the fire. The goons’ murmurs grew tense, their tones laced with fear.

VIKTOR’S POV The city of thieves was just as the name implied. Perhaps even worse. It was a pit of soot and sin, a bustling maze of misery and crime. Tonight, the rain attempted to wash it clean, but failed woefully. I walked the cobblestone streets near the docks, the collar of my greatcoat turned up against the bitter bite of the wind. The humans walked pass me, huddled under their umbrellas, some of them oblivious to the predator walking among them, while others threw panicked glances at me before hurrying across the other side of the street.

Our world was filled with all sorts of filth; from liars to thieves. And as they said, there is no honor among thieves. I spun on my heel and walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to face the two men. “It was lovely seeing you, Lucky Gambino. You may continue whatever it was you were doing.” And with that, I walked out with my men following closely behind me. The bloodlust had cooled down, the thief who stole from me and destroyed my property was dead, and I had gotten my shipment back. Although it was not all of it.

Although Mane was robust and strong, his pretty face made him seem like someone who had never been through any fights, so they automatically added him to the list of pretty boys. “HAHAHA!” the entourage of beastly looking men burst into laughter when they heard the words of the man who led them; the man who seemed to be their leader. “Three Thrashers. The others are only mob characters.” Mane thought silently to himself as the bandits laughed amongst themselves. Among the large group before him, there were three thrashers. The rest were Animal Hunters and Fighters so Mane didn’t even regard them as threats. And to be honest, he didn’t even regard the Thrashers as threats. The three Thrashers

Even if their heads were broken and bleeding, they couldn't escape. They would die. "A bunch of trash, how could you call yourselves predators? Calling you all a group of thieves is already too respectful. What do you think you are?" Flaming Qilin revealed his true nature, brandishing his eerie white teeth. Seeing this, those plunderers all shivered with fear. "Senior, you're right. We're thieves... No, we're not thieves. We're even no match for thieves..." "Senior, we have eyes but failed to recognize how great you are. Please be magnanimous and consider us to fart. Please release us..."