Crumbling Mid Air Thief Novels & Stories

The chamber around them crumbled into chaos, with pieces of the ceiling smashing down and the ground part open, uncovering a bottomless abyss underneath. The air was thick with the energy of the abyss, a harsh constraint that made it difficult to breathe. Ethan held Clara near as the room around them kept on dropping separately, their grasp on reality slipping away with each passing moment. “We need to move!” Ethan yelled over the stunning thunder of the collapsing chamber. But as they attempted to take a step further, the ground underneath them crumbled apart, sending them tumbling into the void.

He paused and I could feel the beast inside me was fully awake by now. “Everyone is waiting for the time to see you broken one more time. Just like how my girl turned you to be a useless and powerless man. She will leave you like how your family did. No one can protect her, not even you even though people claimed you as the most powerful mafia. You will fail this, miserably.” I punched his face non-stop and the blood spewed from his mouth and nose. “I won’t allow it. It will not happen that way.” I enunciated each word, at the same time I make a promise to myself.

⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ The bricks of the wall behind me start to cascade down in a cacophony of thuds and cracks. In a puff of smoke, the entire section of the wall crumbles, taking down some of the guards standing on top of it, sending them crashing right on the ground.

Philip This wasn’t possible! I must be stuck in a nightmare because I pulled down each and every crate like a madman, and each of them broke, shattering into sand! SAND?! The cold air in the warehouse suddenly felt suffocating, like it was closing in on me. My hands trembled, coated with dust, as disbelief tightened around my chest like a vice. This wasn’t happening. Not again! I fell to the ground, right on the pile of fake Rhodium. The grainy texture scratched against my palms as I leaned forward, breath ragged. The taste of failure—bitter and heavy—choked me from the inside out.

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

Then, with a roar that shattered the glass of the corporate landing rig, the entire summit began to collapse inward, folding upon itself like a dying star. Inside the cavern, Thorne was already scrambling for the exit, his suit’s emergency thrusters kicking in as he abandoned his equipment. He looked back once, his eyes widening as he saw Rangga being lifted off his feet, suspended in a sphere of blue light that was consuming the very air around him.

He was soaked in water as he held the now injured arm. "Kiara, jump!" He yelled up, but she just stared back at him. "I can't!" "Just fucking jump!" "I'm gonna die, you bastard!" She cried out, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand as she dropped the bag. The door suddenly kicked open, revealing a large man with a large flashlight. She couldn't see his face in the darkness, but she could feel him sprinting towards her. In one shrill cry, she screamed and flew out the window, almost tumbling as she fell and landed on her feet.

Smoke danced on the hole now caressing the sitting room, and it took quite a while for the wind to be able to fan it away. On the fallen debris stood the League whose shirts were stained by blood trickling from all over their body. The style Sheels had bragged about now long ruined, but at the very least they were breathing. “Your father is a mania! How dare he set up a giant crab on my way!” screamed Yara who was on her knees, her hands on her chest as she catches her breath. Perry snorted. She was leaning on the side of the broken wall, her face screwed as she flinched. “Your lucky. Mine has been a damn lion!”

The stench of metallic smell lingered in the air and those who could not bear to look at the bloody ground could only look away. “I had too much fun fighting them that I ended up cutting their heads off. I originally planned to bring them to you in the palace but the three of you surprised me by coming here yourselves.” “You shameless murderer! You shall also be beheaded for treason and for killing the royal concubine!” Lady Mica glared at her, her usual kind attitude towards Emery all gone. But instead of riding along the anger waves, Emery let out a bitter laugh and said, “Ah, that runaway slave who pretended to be pregnant? I know that you know it as well Lady Mica that I was not the one