Famous Fictional Thieves Novels & Stories

To refuse their master was cause for dismissal. Rage had destroyed Tanner's sanity. He'd killed his master, killed the man with his bare hands and then fled. Now, seven years later, he'd established himself as a professional thief for hire, one of the finest. The deft of hand talents, and the ability to go unseen by everyone, a footman's trade, worked even better for him as a specialist in acquiring items desired by paying clients. The man, Thomas Blankenship, was certainly able to pay him well. His sources had confirmed it, though they also warned he was dangerous and deceptive.

I begin, getting a quizzical look from Sky. “Sky here is my friend and captain of my Guards." The elderly couple stare at me with an unamused look, reminding me of the time I lied to them about where I got the money to help Ron get his cane. They were disappointed that I had learned to steal from one of the Slum Lords but understood that there was only so much help they can provide me. That was when I explained that in order to survive, I needed to steal. I promised to only steal from the corrupt and rich and would be as safe as I can when going on a heist.

“And it would have been the biggest mistake ever. I would have fucking stolen the crown and have given it to a madman, condemning the whole realm.” “You didn’t know. You didn’t know of the magic, of the price you would have to pay!” “That didn’t make the guilt any lesser,” I sighed as she finally glided down the Ayerie woods, closer to our home. I had lived years, and stealing, conning men out of their gold coins and Euvens—but I had never once harmed anyone, or stolen someone else’s hard earned money. That was the only thing Hegen taught me. Honor of the Thieves, he would tell me.

“Can’t we do something about this?” “Actually, it is not as simple as it seems.” Kaelan whispered back. “Those pups are trained thieves. If you buy them off, they will rob your house and return to the seller with all your money by the next day. It is a common trick in the rogue’s world.” Aurora let out a long sigh internally. They spread out and did some field work. They would pretend to be interested in something and started a casual conversation with the vendor, asking them if they knew anything about the Rogue King.

he instructed his underboss before disconnecting the call. Suddenly a few people in Italy started causing trouble. They are looting banks under Kairo's name, which forces the cops to intervene. But Kairo has most of them under his payroll and they all know that Kairo is in Chicago. And most importantly, Kairo has enough money to open ten banks and he doesn't have to loot a bank for his pocket change. So he had to send Naim back to Italy and the cops under his payroll were trying to catch the real thieves.

“Don’t use the word ‘thief.’” “Why not?” “Because it’s cheap.” “Uhhh, and accurate.” “No, it’s not. A thief is somebody who bashes out the windows in a pawn shop and steals a television. That’s not what I am.” “No, you just sneak inside rich people’s houses all fancy-like and take the Monet, instead.” “Fuck you,” he laughs. His tone is kind of joking… but kind of not. “What are you, then, if you’re not a thief? Is the label ‘cat burglar’ so much better?”

The bodyguards did not manage to catch him. He was not a skilled thief; he simply took off his jacket and cap from a corner, turned around, and pretended to be beaten by a pursued individual. That way, he escaped. Ximena stained the platform with his blood. The thief caused more damage with that blow than with the theft of the belongings, and that was reflected in the faces of the bodyguards, who were spinning with worry, saying,

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.

Indeed, it is a treasure that was supposed to be bestowed in the eyes of the honorable guests that have been gathered today. But it isn't just that. This occasion was also a setup to track down one of the biggest criminals and the one and only Master of the Thieves. He is also a criminal, even in the underworld. With this occasion as a setup, police and commanders of the underworld made their moves to hunt down that man, who would probably make his appearance just to acquire the comparable item. 'Haha, those fools who would have thought their security was as fragile as a newborn child. They don't even stand a chance against me! '

Just a month, a short month—what could happen in that time? Yes, I could be poisoned or assassinated, but who would try and harm Carlie...right? Yet my aunt turned out to be more cunning that I had anticipated. The rat... The days passed slowly, and Carlie and I met every day—and night. And then, out of the blue, another highwayman turned up. I had a feeling that they bred those bastards in Riolon or Tevarr and then released them in our lands to rob and kill our people. His name was Black Jack. For some reason, those rabble always chose the most colorful monikers.