Castle Crashers Thieves Novels & Stories

“When they see you, they will follow you while thinking that you will go visit my room.” During that time, I will take the chance to escape. “Okay. Will do that,” Maverick murmured before he offered me a high-five. Since he’s too tall, I even had to jump a bit to give him a high five. Maverick looked at Cassius and said, “Hey thief, I’ll go now.” ‘Thief?’ Seeing my expression, Maverick explained, “He is a thief who stole my fans.” “If you are going to talk nonsense, go out already,” Cassius said, shooing Maverick with his hand.

I turned to walk away. Vincent threw himself forward, grabbed the hem of my pants, and dropped to his knees. He slammed his head on the ground over and over. "Mikaela, you can't leave me. I have millions of dollars in loan shark debt just to get to Basmar. I'm begging you. Give me ten million dollars!" "Ten million dollars? Why? Because you ruined two lives for me?" His eyes darted rapidly, and then he let out a sharp growl. "No. It was Mom and Dad. They were the monsters!"

“Biggest one yet. Their CEO happens to be in town. I’ll go meet his assistant and sign everything today. You don’t even have to show up.” I smiled for the first time in weeks. “Be careful,” I told her. “And don’t mention me.” She promised. That afternoon, she walked into the hotel where the meeting was set. But when the man across the table looked up, he froze. His name was Ryan — Luca’s personal assistant. The moment Ryan saw Clara, he froze. He knew that face — if his memory served him right, she was Valeria’s closest friend. According to the investigation, the private jet that “crashed” three months ago hadn’t gone down because of bad weather or engine failure.

The closer that he gets, the faster I will see my head chopped off. The seamstress comes up to me and starts to measure me as my mind is awhirl with everything that is going on. How did I get here? One minute, I was stealing the Crown from the Castle, the next, I am in a clothing store, flirting with the Prince that I stole from, planning to rescue Hunt from being tortured.

“You must make him give it to you.” The dungeon bells rang. My jaw clenched. I turned away without another glance, my boots echoing as I strode toward the open doors. I already knew why the bells had been sounded. And as I stepped into the corridor, my suspicions were confirmed. ___________ Zeke. The thief who had stolen my salvation. He was bold, I’d give him that, but he was weak. Stupid. And worst of all, mine. Fate be damned. Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience.

Mang Ali replied, speeding off to find a nearby hospital. Haikal followed behind in the Mini Cooper with the broken driver’s side window. He didn’t turn on the AC and left the window open. Meanwhile, the four thugs started getting up from the ground, all sore. They were battered and bruised from William’s beating alone. "Ugh, damn it! We failed to kidnap Emmy. Don’t let Miss Vanessa find out we messed up. Tomorrow we’ll stake out her house again to find another chance, guys!" Wiro said—the most skilled fighter of the group.