Castle Crashers Thieves Novels & Stories

It was coming to fetch Victor out of my territory,a well planned scheme against me to demolish my image in mafia,who can't keep a leash on his enemy who escaped under his nose. "Not bad cousin."Alessandro whispered beside me smirking at the sight when Cassius gestured his men in signs and in the next second the coward rat appeared on the deck in a fisherman's disguise. "Victor Niccoli can't be more ridiculous than this?"Adam too chuckled. "Luca so you know what you have to do next?"I looked over Luca who gave me slight nod. Cassius and Victor did a handshake and then the men on the steamer helped him to climb down on it so they could leave as soon as possible.The engine of steamer started an

The wolves that had been exiled were attacking and our babies were still out in the forest! We might have had peace most of the time over the past couple of years, but since those wolves were exiled, they turned rogue and every once in a while, they attacked the castle. It was as if their memories brought them here and they didn’t know any better. I was about to run to the gate when I heard Fynn’s howl coming from the other side. He opened his memories to me so I could see the fight on the other side. Thankfully, there were just a couple of rogues. Fynn and the wall guard took care of them quicker than I anticipated and they were all back on our side of the wall before I could even get invol

" The thugs behind Damon were shouting threats. Caspian's face darkened. This bald man must be their leader. One look at them, and he could see that they weren't ordinary men. They had done this before. Ruffians like these didn't bother Caspian at all. He could just crush them like bugs. "Is this that friend of yours who was poisoned to death?" Caspian walked toward the stretcher. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Stop him!" Damon shouted. He panicked when he saw Caspian walk over to the stretcher.

I started, but the center one shoved Diego aside. "And I’m Victor Castillo Jr." He grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly firm. "Call me Victor." He winked, his eyes trailing down my torso. "Or call me whenever you're lonely." I ripped my hand back, and the third guy—the one whose name I didn't know—smacked Victor upside the head. "Knock it off. We came here to play the enforcers. You weren't supposed to hit on the mark. Remember?" "Right, right," Victor muttered, though he sighed as he looked me over again. "But that was before I saw the merchandise. Seriously, Cass," he said, nudging Cass with his shoulder. "Nice catch. Please tell me he isn't tragically straight."

The Castellano club pulsed with defiance, its neon lights a beacon in the city’s restless night. Kai Castellano stood at the entrance, his black jacket unzipped, his icy blue eyes scanning for Order of Cinders operatives. The safe house confrontation with Alessio had hardened their resolve, his betrayal a wound, but Gianna’s mercy and their rooftop vow fueled Kai’s fight. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood firm, but Viktor Crane’s global network threatened to seize the underworld. Kai’s jaw clenched, their shared tears, Gianna’s fierce heart, a flame that burned through the city’s chaos.

Even the door to Jeffrey's own office had been tampered with. No one knew for sure what exactly had been stolen. Jeffrey was livid, immediately demanding a comprehensive review of the security tapes. To his astonishment, the team responsible for the surveillance hesitated, their voices faltering as they confessed, "A recent thunderstorm knocked out the system—the lightning fried the wiring, and now all our security cameras are offline." It turned out the cameras were merely decorative. No one could believe it; a theft occurred precisely when the system was down, sending shockwaves throughout the company.

“The night is young, and my head is currently being used as a structural drum for a construction crew. Can we do this later?” “We do this now,” Theresa Nalila snaps. There is no warmth in her tone, only the weight of the Crimson Dragons’ legacy. “The Castellanos are breathing down my neck about the New York shipments. They think you’re too busy playing host to notice the leak in our finances.”

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

“Your delightful chef offered to make me crepes, but I told her I would wait for you to decide.” Enzo groaned and rubbed his face. “How did you even get in here?” “You know how.” He slid him the business section as Enzo got his own espresso. “I have a multimillion dollar security system,” Enzo snapped, glancing at the headlines. “I wasn’t talking about breaking and entering or boosting cars.” “Now that was an adventure,” his brother said, grinning at him. “What a bohemian existence, Enzo. Never knowing where our next meal was coming from, always trying to stay one step ahead of the law. Living in the moment!”

I stated. He sighed. “Things got very out of control! It was supposed to be an easy deal! But that fucker turned on me! Now look at me, in hiding.” I mean there were worse places to be in hiding. “What fucker?” I asked. “The rich one from New York. The pale one, seems nice but kind of off putting. That guy wanted Jovie back real bad! The Sterlington fella.” “Jasper?” Xavier asked. “That's who you worked with?”