Dance Of Thieves Series Novels & Stories

"Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him? "No wonder you resigned and left so quickly back then. So this was your plan all along. You stole company money and took confidential company files. Now you're living so comfortably." Mia coldly accused me from the side. I ignored her. I looked at Ethan. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. It seemed this entire scene today was something he had planned too. I wasn't surprised. I was already used to it. In fact, if Ethan wasn't involved, I might have found it strange.

“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.”

Irrational jealousy simmered in my veins as she seemed to enjoy watching those assholes dance, rolling their bodies, showing off their abs and their cowboy jeans. Nites came back with my drink. I grabbed it and downed it once. He instantly noticed my mood. “You can’t be affected by those dancers. The princess is yours.” “Fuck.” I growled as I watched one dancer take her hand and spin her, then rolled his hips at her. “Can someone tell that asshole he’s not allowed to touch her?” He instantly talked through the comm. Halfway through the song, Lynx approached the guys, and they went on dancing. All of a sudden, the crowd gasps as the dancers open the flies of their jeans. It wasn’t revealing,

Warren's drink. We continued the game but everyone became alert because of the suspicious movement. Just then, a woman appeared under the spotlights. A beautiful fair skinned, slender woman began to dance seductively in her red short dress. I realized that it was Leila. That wasn't our plan, she isn't supposed to dance publicly but to come to our table, seduce Mr. Warren and make him get attracted to her. Just like she did to me. Leila continued to dance and she stepped down from the stage. A slow but calm music played in the background, increasing the tension as Leila danced to it. I adjusted my thigh, I couldn't deny that the little performance from the cunning woman had effects on me. I w

Carefully threading near the hole, she had forgotten how she had worn heels today and slipped on the wet soil, almost causing her to fall on her bottom. Leon caught her before she fell, holding her waist tightly with one hand that caused her breaths to shudder. She could imagine how easy it would be for him to pin her down and crush her waist. His arm was powerful enough to squeeze the life out of her. Although she would want to not provoke him, she noticed how often he had lied. He might not be related to Rachel’s death but Belle wasn’t naive not to notice his hidden agenda with the contract he had made with her.

Loli attaches the leash and lets it hang loosely as they assume their positions for the dance with Ambrose and I center stage. Each of the girls has the same vinyl bodysuit and thigh high boots but in different colors that coordinate with their wigs, makeup and riding crop(Candy and Loli )or silicone whip (Dahlia and Lily). My whip is a black leather one with rhinestones on the handle. Ambrose raises an eyebrow and smirks, knowing this could get very hot and very sexy. Candy knows her stuff! She tied Ambrose with his arms in a position where he can’t touch me and he is totally at my mercy. She I need to talk about that ropework and where she learned that particular configuration because it i

The rest of the pack cheered happily. "Okay, let's f*cking go!" Asher screamed, cranking up the volume of the music. The energy around the bonfire soared as the dance challenge began. Orion and Thalia started with an impressive routine, their movements synchronized and graceful. Thalia’s hair whipped around as she spun, and Orion’s strong frame supported her effortlessly.

To Eden: "You owe me a dance." He goes rigid. The posters peel from the walls, swirling into a cyclone of paper and guilt. --- The Thief's memories infect the air. A ballroom materializes-chandeliers cobwebbed, orchestra rotting in their seats, violins strung with hair. Eden, younger and softer, spins her in a waltz, her laughter etching cracks into his cheeks. *"You'll find me again,"* she whispers. *"In every life, you'll *try*."*

The celebration lasted until dawn. Lycans and wolves danced together in the great hall, their old hatreds forgotten in the wake of victory. Sera had opened the castle's wine cellars, and the ale flowed like water. Theron was at the center of it all, laughing, drinking, his arm around a scarred warrior who was teaching him a battle dance. Cassian stood by the fire, speaking with the northern pack leaders, his grey eyes calm, his posture relaxed for the first time since I had known him.

~~ Time passed, and the alcohol flowed, and I was out on the dance floor again, dancing with a man who was drop-dead gorgeous, when suddenly he released me and my arm was grabbed from behind, and swinging me around until I was facing him, Nathan snarled, “He had his goddamn hands all over you.” I scowled at him. “He did not!” Nathan’s jaw was ticking rapidly, and his lips curled into a slight snarl. “The fuck if he didn’t. He had no right touching you like that—you’re not his.” I stared at him nonplussed for seconds, then shook my head whispering, “But I’m not yours either.”