Castle Crashers Thieves Novels & Stories

" 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?”

“Aren’t you even a bit worried that thieves just ransacked your cart?” Wen asked Casser as she watched him pour a bucketful of water all over Noha. Noha brayed and shook the water off her head and body. “Good girl! I know you liked that.” Casser spoke to Noha and walked towards Wen with the empty bucket still in his hand. “Nothing I can do about it, Wen. Whatever the thieves took is gone. There’s no use worrying about it,” replied Casser coolly. “I’m just glad they did not take everything.”

"But I deserved it." He looked confused. "He found out about the plan." "What plan?" "I have a criminal record, Nash, and you might be one of the best lawyers, but you can't save me from prison when the truth comes out." "Have you ever heard of the notorious jewel thief?" He nodded quietly. "Wait, that's you?" "How?" "I've been doing it for years. I've been wearing disguises that made me unrecognizable, and I stole jewels from the highest bidders who loved to collect them."

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

Cassie called out from her room. I looked at the coffee machine before I headed to Cassie's room, finding her perched on the edge of her bed staring at her laptop screen. “What's up?” I asked, sitting beside her. She turned the screen to face me, and I could see the shipping database for our app. “Why would someone order twenty cattle tazers and three hundred dog muzzles?” concern tainting her voice. I scanned the page, pulling up the buyer's details. “J.M. Castle. Let's see if he's ever bought anything else.”

Max got angry when he heard that. “Cass, we are not returning anything to him. This is your pay, our means of collecting what he stole from our family years ago.” Max said. Mr. Wright and Mr. Lucas, Cassandra's father were friends and business partners, then Cassandra was seventeen and Max was fifteen. Mr. Wright had told Mr. Lucas about a business they could invest in and get profit in return and Mr. Lucas agreed to it because of the trust he had for Wright and put in all his money, unknown to him it was a trap set by Mr. Wright.

For all we know there could be another batch of hired thugs waiting somewhere. Crush follows behind the honey gold wolf, his coat picking up hints of light through the trees. The sun will be setting in a few minutes and it’s a wonder they didn’t wait until dark to strike. *Rogues are stupid, but Isaac wanted us to see him,* Crush warns. Sure enough, Hunter stops at a sheet of paper. Crush sticks his nose in it, though with a wolf’s eyes you can’t make out letters well enough to read. The stench is rotten, it reeks of cigars and grease.