Castle Crashers Thieves Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.

I wanted to find a corner to stay by myself, but trouble found me. With a “crack,” my wine glass was smashed by someone. A heavily made-up woman stood in front of me, with a few followers behind her. “It's you, the old woman who seduced Young Master Zhou and rejected our marriage alliance.” I frowned and explained, “I have no relationship with Ross.” “If Ross didn't fancy you, it must be because you're too ugly.” My words further provoked her. “Seize her.” The woman behind me charged directly at me.

"Cripple him, Rhett!" Rhett Gibbs, a fairly young man, stepped out of the crowd of armed thugs. Pointing his bat at Cassian, he asked domineeringly, "Which limb do you want me to break first, your left or your right? Or do you want me to start with your dick?" The other thugs immediately cackled. After glancing at Rhett, Cassian scoffed. "You're just a piece of trash." "The fuck? How dare you antagonize me when you're about to die? You've got a death wish, alright!"

Dad added as he stood up from his spot on the sofa before grabbing his opened laptop and positioning it properly on his elbow before trying to pick his phones up from the hand rest of the sofa. I picked the phones and handed them to him which he placed on the laptop before looking at me blankly. "I'll take care of it with my all, I promise!" I informed my Dad, my fingers unconsciously covering the pendant of the choker as if trying to shield it from anything harmful. "I know you will, I just want you to know how dangerous this small necklace is. Some thieves can cut off your neck just to get this necklace cause it's a pure. It doesn't fade, it glows forever, like you." Dad's voice infiltrat

“We’ll make sure they don’t talk, and Lachlan will have absolutely no idea. He’ll never know you were behind this.” Cassandra hesitated, but then she started talking, listing out what she knew about them. They were three low-level thugs—Danny, Raul, and Vic. They were small-time criminals, just smart enough to pull off minor jobs but not much else. When she was done, I hung up without a word and pulled up another contact. It was time to make a call to someone who owed me a favour.

My heart soared when I saw the insignia on their backs: Sandcastles MC. The Rebels turned away from the overpass in an attempt to escape the Sandcastles. We kept pace, but the other group was right on the heels of the Rebels. I heard them begin to exchange gunfire back and forth. Suddenly, Jetter looked back at me. I swore we made eye contact. A second later, he tossed the briefcase aside, letting it scatter onto the pavement. The guys up front swerved and then stopped, going over to the briefcase. The Rebels sped ahead as the Sandcastles collected the drugs.

The black Masevati crashed into the garbage dump with a loud slam. The cars that had been chasing after it zipped closely behind in the rain, the men inside watching as the Masevati tumbled a few times into a gigantic pile of rubbish. As soon as the men drove into the entrance of the garbage dump, a few black cars appeared, blocking their way. The man who came out of the car at the front was none other than Todd, one of the most notorious gangsters in Merchant City.

So that was it. “It was almost nothing, and I already took care of it.” I glared at Victor, who had a giant grin on his lips. What was he up to now? My dad got up from his chair and paced back and forth, clearly not in the mood. “I know you’ve been gone for a while, but I hope you haven’t forgotten the rules around here.” “No, I haven’t—“ “Victor, tell him the rules!” He yelled, interrupting me. Victor cleared his throat. “Anyone who steals or betrays the Castillo’s…has to pay with their lives.” He spoke. “And there will be no exceptions.”

We were already crouching. Now he got down on his knees and started to crawl. I did the same. He signed for me to stop. "Wait," he mouthed. "Not yet." He looked like he was thinking, forming a plan. One of us had to and I'm not pointing fingers, but he did get us here. Cass picked up the biggest stone he could find and threw it as far as he could at a black Ferrari. It shattered the windshield but the noise of the glass being thrashed was drowned by the sound of the car alarm. This guy was mad.