Famous Fictional Thieves Mga Nobela at Kwento

My own people were treating me like a criminal when the wolves only treated me with the utmost respect. Victor’s POV I could hear the rumours even before I came out of my room. Grabbing one of the guards on my way out, I demanded to know where she was. The guard couldn’t answer me and as soon as my personal dhampir stepped into the castle, I pulled her to one side.

Country club jail, school jail, county fair jail, theme park jail and even real jail. Mall jail remains the worst. "Ms. Wimberly, can you explain to me why you stole seven thousand dollars worth of product?" The security guard questioned. "Seven thousand?" I asked incredulously. "All that stuff being worth seven thousand is the real crime!" "You are banned from ever entering this store again." "Seventy-eighth time I've heard that." "Do you know how lucky you are to not be going to jail?" He asked. "It's not luck it's Mommy and Daddy." I rolled my eyes. "Is that annoying to you? A spoiled heiress comes in the store and steals a bunch of stuff that she easily could have paid for and then gets

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

How dare he? I knew Mr De Luca had always been a selfish bastard. After all, he practically sold Caterina to Alessandro just so he could pay his debt. What I did not expect was that he would conspire with Alessandro to kidnap his own daughter just so he could have access to her penthouse and her money.

The acting leader of this group of thieves. Base on their conversation, they are here to steal. And by the looks of it ,they already knows who lives here. A tall and thin man snickered and said to the fat guy. "Isn't it obvious! For the years of our operations as thieves, you sure are dumb pig fatty!" Which earned the laughter of the remaining one.

"We find the architect. We assess. This is not greed. This is a signature. A calling card." The trace took Leo and a handpicked team of his best grey-hats two months. It led not to a person, but to a legend. A myth in the underworld of high-finance cybercrime: "The Librarian." No real name, no face. A entity known for only pulling heists that were, in their own warped way, statements. They had once robbed a blood diamond conglomerate and donated the sum to a historical preservation society. They had hacked an oil company and used the funds to plant a forest. They were a phantom with a perverse moral code.

Our world was filled with all sorts of filth; from liars to thieves. And as they said, there is no honor among thieves. I spun on my heel and walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to face the two men. “It was lovely seeing you, Lucky Gambino. You may continue whatever it was you were doing.” And with that, I walked out with my men following closely behind me. The bloodlust had cooled down, the thief who stole from me and destroyed my property was dead, and I had gotten my shipment back. Although it was not all of it.

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

“And have them find out you’ve had dealings with us before, and have knowledge of the last Katrall? You’d be next to me as they bend us backwards over their blood alters just before they cut our beating heart out our chests, using dull knives I expect. Cull gave a chilling laugh. “Would you like some refreshments, despised outlaw?” Vance shook his head. “You’re the Lord of Thieves in this town. I would end up paying for it one way or another.” “That’s my boy,” Cull laughed. “Shame that Sigwulf slipped as he picked at the purse of the disguised knight. You just had to be standing there watching didn’t you? Some great lookout you are.”

As they walked towards the busy street, Sire stated, “If only you are not the queen, the best place would be the brothel just around the corner but you can be exposed and it will be bad if that happens.” His words struck Emery that a cold shiver ran down her spine as she followed him behind. It was for this reason that her not-so-good memories in training under his care came weighing her down for the nth time. The brothel Sire was referring to was no brothel where women served but rather, males provided the service. She could still remember how she entered that brothel before and pretended to be a client in order to gather some necessary information since brothels were the places where even