Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

And threw the skull onto the table. It landed hard, crack echoing off marble. Bone-yellow, crown split open in a massive, jagged fracture. My scream died in my throat. “Whose… whose is that?” Barely a whisper. “A guy who skimmed before you did. Thought he could run with our cash. Same plan you had. You met him before I came.” He tapped the cracked dome once. “This is what’s left.” I was shaking so much. “That’s how thieves wake up,” Silas said softly.

I shoved him back, cuffing him with zip-ties from my vest. “It’s over,” I gasped, tears falling. “For real.” But the jet rumbled, engines priming. “Auto-pilot!” Alexander shouted. “He rigged it!” The jet rolled, mercs firing from the tarmac. Lila’s team covered, but the runway ended in a cliff over the woods. 00:00:30 on the dashboard timer—C4. “Jump!” I yelled, dragging Victor. We dove from the stairs, rolling on the tarmac as the jet accelerated, exploding mid-air, flames raining.

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The Crumbling Reality The chamber groaned. Cracks spidered across the remaining floor, glowing faintly with golden and black threads intertwined like battling serpents. The shard in Maeve’s palm pulsed fiercely, warning her. Cade pulled himself up, leaning heavily on her. “We need to move,” he murmured. She nodded, wrapping an arm around him. They crossed the unstable floor as the last remnants of the void dissolved behind them. When they reached the tunnel outside the chamber, Cade stumbled, crashing against the wall. Maeve tried to steady him, but the moment her fingers brushed his skin—

"Y-You're not Mikaela? Who are you? Where's Mikaela?" ... I rushed to the scene after I saw the livestream online. When I saw the middle-aged man being lifted onto a stretcher, a chill ran down my spine. They actually thought that man was me. He had suffered multiple broken bones and torn organs. If I had gone to claim the prize that day, I shudder to think what they might have done to me.

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!"

Hopefully, by morning the sky would be light and he would be back to rights. A squeal penetrated the buzzing in his ears, shocking him into motion. Gair dropped to his belly and slid across the ground to look over the cliff and waiting for a flash of lightning to show him what was below. When it came, he felt his stomach drop. The slope he had just climbed up was crumbling away as the waves crashed against it. He had only just made it across in time. Lightening flashed again, this time so bright it was like daylight for a moment. How had the water risen so fast? It must have been crashing right on his heels. Or had he fallen asleep on the grass for a while? He looked back down at the crumbli

" 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.

The cracking sounds in the air made others feel as if their hearts were about to explode. "The Fierce Tiger's Eleven Consecutive Kicks!" Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Brayden's figure once again flew in mid-air, and every part of his bones made loud cracking sounds as his flesh exploded. As he was thrown in mid-air, Brayden was just like juicy watermelon, being squeezed until it exploded. Then, blood sprinkled all over like rain on leaves, making rattling sounds and splatting countless blood spots as it hit the ground.

For instance, there was no way to undo regret or get my life back. Soon, the sounds of police sirens filled the air. Several police officers then approached the scene, taking in the bizarre sight. There was a man in tattered clothing trying to slip checks into a private hospital's paramedic's clothes, a horribly frozen corpse in a curled-up position, and my ledger notes scattered on the ground—notes in which I asked Mom and Dad to sell my organs for money. The officers quickly secured the scene and began checking everybody's identification as usual. "Alright, show me your ID! Who is the dead person here? And what do all these notes on the ground mean?"