Famous Fictional Thieves Novels & Stories

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

As soon as this price came out, many people looked towards the person calling the price, but it was a man wearing a blue costume. Facing everyone's eyes, his eyes were filled with arrogance, like a horse. Don't bring people in the yard into your eyes. "This is a Great Emperor, who has not joined any citadel. He is a famous and famous thief in this Origin World. At the same time, he is also a Great Thief, wandering around each citadel for a long time. Besides, there were no more than ten who died in the hands of his great emperor, but there were also eight." Great Emperor Magnate spoke again. Tadhg Walter laughed and nodded.

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.

Elena Romano understood firsthand that in the world of thieves, everything had a price—except resurrecting dead men. If that had been on the table, her father would still be alive, and Lorenzo Salvatore wouldn't be on her hit list. Her olive-toned skin blended with the darkness, making her almost invisible. For the right price, anything could be bought on the thriving black market of the underworld—maps, blueprints, access codes. Her underworld connections yielded the blueprints to the Salvatore estate. It was pretty easy to kill someone in their own home, no matter how secure they thought they were. The Mafia bosses weren't immune to secrets sold on the black market, though it was pricier t

He stood up immediately after seeing Jessica pointing at him. "Go ahead and arrest him!" Another security added but Jessica screamed "No, don't take him away because he is not a thief" The crowd was already tired of watching Jessica's drama. The security weren't ready to buy that excuse thinking Peter may have threatened Jessica not to tell them the truth. "He is a thief and we know how to take care of him, Ma!" An officer said and approached Peter when Jessica said "He is not a thief... Well, his second name is Thief! We have been childhood friends. I am known as a kidnapper and he is known as a Thief"

"I think I know him!" As both Frank and Meg wheeled on her, she threw her hands up. "I mean, I'm not sure if it's him. So, there's this rumor that a burglar has been genetically altered just like us, and he gained the ability to airwalk like no one has ever seen before. "They call him the King of Thieves—he can steal whatever he wants to, and he's also said to be very young. He always appears fashionable, just like the kid in that photo."

All for what, for a damn rogue? A female who will run away the very moment she’s capable. I’m no fool, I see the hurt and longing in her eyes. Like anyone should expect her to stay with the very people who took away everything and everyone she knew. All she had. No wonder she stole from me! She’s never had a sense of loyalty, never had a moral compass. Nevermind that Harrison and his family made all their money off the murders of innocents. That they constantly raided villages and stole. Just like my little thief.

“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.

HIBARA THAT INSIGNIA OF a ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was something I’d seen in my dearest father’s case files before. It seems that this internationally famous thief, Ghost Hand, was someone that the Greatest Consulting Detective of the Century can’t even capture. Of course, Mom has no access to the police files of the Theft-Robbery-Burglary Division since she’s in the CID. “Why are there a lot of kids here?” A voice that could make me roll my eyes sounded from behind.