City Of Thieves Novels & Stories

Nobody, absolutely nobody is buying that shit. “Thick as thieves already,” Hannah whispers, sitting down in front of me. Good liars already too. But I’ll let it slide. As Alpha, I’m already learning about picking and choosing my battles. That is one I ain’t touching with a ten foot pole. *Nope! Let it happen,* Crush says happily.

"Dad, there are still orders pending for two more tables." She placed the order slips on the counter and smiled as Gentle started crafting sandwiches, completely engrossed in his work. Daily life continues as usual, but now, Donkey's name has vanished. People needed time to adjust to the absence of the outlaw mafia that had a long-standing presence in Themeise. They still haven't grown accustomed to not fearing for their lives or facing harm if they happen to displease the city's powerful figures. Nevertheless, with the removal of this source of fear and dominance in the city, ambitious individuals were eager to seize the opportunity to establish their own power. Various gangs were now engag

"Let us return to the inn. Following this, I have to go someplace." "OK," Jacob said, leading the way. A small group of guards followed me, but the majority accompanied the villagers on their trip. I reached into my pockets and pulled out a pouch. "Here." One of the guards nearly failed to grab it when I threw it at him. "That's some spending money. Go out and explore the city after you've secured the inn. This city is well-known for its brothels. Have a good time." The guards exchanged glances. Nobody could have predicted that the young master would one day become so generous toward his follower.

And suddenly frowned. Interesting. Very interesting. The First Memory stepped forward. "The city is resisting him." Everyone froze. "What?" The woman pointed toward the ground. Silver light flowed beneath the streets. Ancient symbols illuminated. The city itself was waking. Not the frozen citizens. Not the statues. The city. The City of Lost Possibilities had been built for a purpose. And now it was remembering that purpose. The Third Silence noticed too. His smile faded. And then, something impossible happened. The city attacked him.

sold to taverns for one more show. Runaway slaves hid in cellars, their eyes always on the door, hunted like prey. Brothels thrived in shadowed courtyards, offering bodies too young and eyes too old. Thieves slipped through cracks in the city like rats, passing notes, poison, or favors between nobles too proud to dirty their own hands. And deeper still—behind locked doors and within smoky tabernae—the real games began. Bribes sealed lips. Lies earned coin.

Bugh! The thug with sunglasses immediately covered his nose. Blood began to flow from his nose as he took a few steps back. The three thugs felt an overwhelming aura coming from Daffa. They even took a few steps back as Daffa approached them. "Be careful, just you wait!" the thug in the denim jacket shouted loudly, then ran away, leaving Daffa behind. The system screen appeared and displayed a notification that the mission had been completed. [ Mission ] Taking down the thugs: Completed

The trade centre of the city, I decided. Wand maker, apothecary, baker, butcher, tailor, barber, blacksmith, jeweller, fletchers, coopers, and potters were amongst the most obvious signs. Their wares were displayed by glassed windows, or in neat containers before the shop. Pickpockets and thieves darted between the shoppers, trying to lift what they could, causing outcry where their theft was discovered. Other less obvious thieves ran sleight of hand attractions to lure in the naive.

"Lead the way, highness. Let’s go see what the vice-headmaster has hidden in his basement." They broke into a steady, loping jog, their footsteps striking the wet cobblestones in a single, perfectly matched cadence that echoed softly against the looming stone walls. They wove through the densely packed tenements of the market district, darting past narrow alleys and slipping under rusted iron fire-escapes, their senses hyper-aware of every shift in the wind and every distant shout of a faculty patrol. As they reached the edge of the smuggler's docks—a desolate stretch of rotting wooden piers where the black water lapped rhythmically against slimy iron pilings—Thalen suddenly threw out an arm

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

PRISON BREAK Two days later the greatest prison break took place in the Iboji, and something else happened, they broke out of the prison alongside all inmates and when they were confronted by the kingdom armies, they fought with great skills, they have all been trained and had learn the war tactics and skills, in just two days, how they succeeded no one knows, it usually take six years training, to become a Knight, yet these break out inmates fought six times better than any inmates that has ever lived. The King gave them a part of his Kingdom, where they named the City of thieves. And it was said that all robbery can always be traced to the city. ADITI AND TH