Amongst Thieves Novels & Stories

For a moment the line got quiet on the other end, “The Ordering is a secret society of thieves, They are a wealth thirst, self-centered individuals who will stop at nothing to get riches and power even if it means sacrificing their own, they always wanted to overthrow the Rhone's and rule over Paris as mafia, they've to kill women and children, even the elderly, just to get what they want, a man named Steve, last name unknown. originated this—group of people, after he passed his followers disappeared into the thin air...Anthony if you came across a member of —” “The diamonds...they already have diamonds,” I mumbled to lowly, “they already got them, they had help from the inside” I explained.

She took her time, removing his phone, his keys, his expensive wrist watch and necklace. It was a veritable gold mine for a thief like her, and when she was done, she silently slipped out of the room, leaving Logan alone and helpless. Outside the room, Allyson coolly made her way to the exit, jostling and melting into the crowd. **** To Be Continued

"You're a thief." "Excuse me?" I asked, shocked that she would accuse me of that. "A thief. Or are you telling me a four-eyed nerd like you doesn’t know what that means?” “Of course I know what it means, I’m just trying to tell you I’m not a--_” “Thief! T-H-E-I-F! Someone who takes things that don't belong to them." She spelt it out wrong, but she looked as though I was somehow the slow one here and not her.

With a quick flick of my wrist, I sent it crashing to the ground, its shattering echo reverberating through the hallway. The thieves startled, their attention drawn to the source of the disturbance. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, my movements precise and calculated. With a series of swift, well-timed maneuvers, I incapacitated the closest thief, disarming him of his tools. However, the element of surprise had faded, and the remaining thieves retaliated with heightened aggression. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, their skills honed through countless heists. I dodged their advances with agility, relying on my training and instincts to keep me one step ahead.

Daren whispered to himself, realizing the men might be goon with intent to rob. These were no ordinary thieves but Marco's goons, and Daren's anxiety heightened. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, yet the men closed in, subjected him to a beating, and forcibly loaded him into their truck. The group comprised five individuals: Daren was confined to the back seat, guarded by an armed man, ensuring compliance. Another drove the truck, while a third occupied the front passenger seat. The remaining two escorted the vehicle on sports bikes, resembling a sinister convoy.

Could it be that on this world, was there still any other thief with excellent stealing technique that had not been admitted into the ‘Silver Hand’? In fact, there truly was that kind of little thief that was at a godly level which did not belong to the ‘Silver Hand’. There was no need to talk about “that” certain thief joining the ‘Silver Hand’ for at this moment, as it was very likely “that” certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’.

Other less obvious thieves ran sleight of hand attractions to lure in the naive. I saw a fairy peek out of the pocket of one thief, and a family of imps hid amongst the display of a florist. The brethren lived amongst the people of Nerith, but discretely, I thought. I wondered if the people of Nerith were in general tolerant or intolerant of their non-mankind neighbours.

The acting leader of this group of thieves. Base on their conversation, they are here to steal. And by the looks of it ,they already knows who lives here. A tall and thin man snickered and said to the fat guy. "Isn't it obvious! For the years of our operations as thieves, you sure are dumb pig fatty!" Which earned the laughter of the remaining one.

I looked up and nodded. “I’ll behave.” I sighed and he smiled. That strange something inside me stirred again and when he touched me to remove my bounds it felt as if I had been woken from a dream. As we stepped outside, I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised to find people talking and laughing as they moved around what seemed like a square of some kind. I turned to look at the place we had just left and it was a fairly primitive building, but it was beautiful. Fynn explained that they were a simple group of people. Farmers mostly, which was pretty weird since I knew they were beasts. I knew he was the leader but people spoke to him as if he was just one of them. One of the first things

Even though there are lots of shops here, the places that concede are always shops owned by the state. "Damn, so it's true that the leader of this country is indeed a devil who doesn't care about his people!" said the male thief, they were 2 people wearing black masks. "It's been almost a week though, there's absolutely no reaction," girl thief. "Come on, let's take him immediately. Hopefully our hiding place won't be discovered." They came out through the destroyed wall carrying a bag of Danirmala coins and money. When the man pointed his hand at the wall, the wall that was originally destroyed became whole again.