Novel & Cerita Bone Thief

I was about to close the book as I found nothing of relevance, when a page caught my attention. My breath hitched as my fingers hovered over the written words. Blackened wounds after blood bonding may indicate possession by extinct lineages. Stealers. “What does this mean?” My voice shook as I asked myself. I continued reading even though I knew I shouldn’t. Stealers are parasitic in nature. They take on another’s form by ingesting their blood. For them to survive, they must feed repeatedly on the host or risk losing their mimic. I froze in shock. Maria. She was a stealer!

I replied dryly as I sipped the scotch. Vincent chuckled, watching a dancer crawl toward their booth. "So, what's the latest on the Langston deal?" Turning my head slowly. "It's ours. We crushed their bid. Two weeks from now, we'll own that entire shipping lane. Make sure the paperwork is ironclad. I want no loose ends." Vincent nodded, visibly impressed. "Blackthorne legacy thrives." "Always does," I said calmly, though my tone carried the weight of steel.

Once he gets out of here, Matthias planned to find whoever is behind this kidnapper and make them pay for it. He tried to control his breathing when the man pressed the knife against his cheek. The man lowered himself on his haunches, pouting slightly as he sighed. "Money. Don't make me repeat myself. You should have known better than to steal from my brother, from us. We trusted you. Yet you betrayed us." Steal? Steal what? Matthias Asher Whitlock would never steal money. He was the gold maker. Having owned a multi-trillionaire empire that he inherited from his grandparents, he wasn't short of money.

And he was the culprit of everything. “That gemstone,” I almost stammered. “You stole the gemstone from the dwarves.” “Quite frankly.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “The Silver Stag was the one who took it and since the day they planned on selling it, I stole it away from them for I know what power it possesses.” I profusely shook my head and tried to get the shackles out of my hands before getting hurt again. I winced in pain and clenched my jaws.

Diana leaned forward, curious, and saw a human skull. Diana shouted, "What the—?!" She quickly slapped the skull and bag away. Mitbahl let out a screech. "Ah! My little little Bone!" He lunged forward, wailing. Diana furrowed her brow. "What is that?" Mitbahl clutched the bag. "I found it on the black market. It's supposed to be the skull of an ancient empress, unearthed by tomb raiders! It cost me my entire savings!"

The thief’s body slowly began to grew three times his on size as he transformed into a muscle bound grey skinned behemoth with knobs sprouting out on his neck and his back. “The gold is mine,” the thief said with an intimidating, deeper voice. “Corpse borne,” The towering behemoth growled at the teenage witch in a furious rage. “Elliot Gray hart,” Olivia said. “Pattie thief,” amateur hacker and apparently a dormant corpse blood. Would have been nice if I had a partner who didn’t stab me in the back that could have put that in my paper work. The massive folklore, pummeled his first into the ground, releasing a massive shockwave toward the witch detective.

"You're a thief! You're a bad person! I finally know why you have to come to my house now. You have always been a beggar and a thief, right? You've had your eyes on my house for a very long time! You begged my dad and mom, and you begged me to let you stay at our house! My parents are so kind! You thief! You're stealing my mother's things!" Brooke was almost as tall as Eira, but she seemed to be stronger than Eira. She had never been afraid of Eira, to begin with, but because she was at her own house, Brooke was even more unafraid of Eira. She kept beating Eira while roaring angrily, "Thief! Burglar! Little beggar! Our whole family has been so good to you, and yet, you want to steal my mothe

After handing over the money, he still had a lot of Spirit Stone left over, thinking that the two old men would not give him to the pit. The transaction process is extremely confidential, surrounded by top guards to prevent errors, because Spirit Stone can make people risk their lives. Even Break Bone Human is live here. Waiting for Tadhg Walter and Eugene Vincent to return, Break Bone Human ran after them, blocking the two, at this time he no longer thought of anything else, and knelt down directly. Eugene Vincent said in amazement. "How disrespectful! Break Bone Human, what are you doing?" Break Bone Human said with his forehead on the ground. "Vincent boss, I have offended Walter great ma

He took a seat at the terminal, "What am I looking for?" "Victims that have had their bones removed from a stomach hole," Warren spoke in a straight tone. Cory looked up at three of them, "Are you sure? I have a case file that calls him the bone thief." "Show us," Theria demanded, "We plan to nail him tonight."

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.