Famous Fictional Thieves Novels & Stories

Now that the number one thief had both his legs severed, it was time for them to give up completely. Qin Haodong sent a photo of Great Cracker to Donnie Randall. Soon, the photo appeared on the websites of the underground forums. As expected, this move worked quickly. Half an hour later, the thieves near the Li family's villa all retreated. The entire area became tranquil once again. The top three thieves in the world had all been defeated. This caused the other thieves to completely give up on the idea of stealing. Even though they were good paintings, after all, one's life was still more important.

Dylan turned to give her a look before returning his focus to driving and he laughed. “In the past, the master thief stole from the rich to give to the poor, but now stealing is a crime and you’ll go to jail if you’re caught and convicted. “Actually, it was a crime back then too, but it was a chaotic time and hard to catch them. Now, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. If the police want to catch you, there’s always a way.

With lightning speed, she executed a powerful kick from behind, aimed at the thief's leg. The kick landed with precision, and the thief cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, paralyzed by the unexpected strike. The knife slipped from their hand, and they released their grip on Princess Velia. The guards, who had been waiting for an opportunity, rushed to her aid. Simultaneously, other guards apprehended the paralyzed thief. The guard gasped as they held the thief. "What is it?" Councilman Jarek asked. "This thief is a wanted criminal in most werewolf lands for a string of thefts and according to the receipts in his pockets he came to sell the stolen items."

My eyes searched frantically, my fingers gripping harder. Don’t… Please don’t let him be here. Please…. He can’t hear what I’m about to say. HE CAN’T. I swallowed the clog down and frowned at the demanding gazes of the reporters, consciously aware of Papa’s observation of me, and flatly announced. ‘Mr. Ralph Virtus is nothing but a fraud. A descendant of the mafia family and generations of thieves, he wanted reformation and I had believed him. But evidence has suggested otherwise—.’ The clicking and flashing hastened with the fierce speed of the typing sounds.

I said, spreading the vault map on the bed. “Here, here, here, here,and here” I marked out the camera point with an x sign on the map. “So to get in without being caught by the camera I need to operate with a cloak and make sure I pass through here and here”I said and marked those points too. “The only thing left right now is the fingerprint lock”. Only Raymond can open the vault. So stealing the diamond means i need Raymond’s fingerprint. “I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint”

“It’s the latest phone from minkapp store!” “Iyong latest? As-in ‘yong tig 90,000?” “Legit? Baka naman fake lang ‘yan!” “Si Adaline Roa ang nagbigay kaya paanong magiging fake?” “Kung sabagay, afford nga niyang bumili ng bag na worth 1 million, ‘yan pa kaya?” “Ang swerte ni Brooklyn!” “Tss... Mayabang talaga ang Adaline Roa na ‘yan kahit kailan!”

"When the detective started investigation, Aiden denied ever meeting you that night. Aiden is a fraud, I'm not saying this to spite him or because he's my nemesis. I saying it because it's the truth and I care for you. Aiden is the leader of a notorious gang of fraudster the metaphor, they launder money, rob people. Whenever he wants to run a major project, he will send metaphor to work. It's obvious you were a victim of metaphor. Ashley didn't want to believe him, so she said nothing. Aiden would never hurt her. "You know generational wealth begin with one big thief. But the question is, now that he is a billionaire why won't he stop? why would he rob the one woman he claimed to love. Or, w

She stood behind Felix with an ingratiating smile, pointing at me as she accused, "It was Spencer who worked with the thieves to steal the 200 billion dollars belonging to you! Those criminals are trained professionals. How else could he have broken through so easily? "And I heard it myself. He was on the phone at home with some stranger before this happened. He's in cahoots with them. When his plan failed, he pinned the blame on Chester and me. We were both framed by him!" Nancy keyed in a command on the computer. In an instant, records popped up showing me in contact with other hackers on the dark web, allegedly arranging the theft of 200 billion dollars. She lifted her chin and looked at

No calls from Celeste asking why there was a sex tape of her husband all over the internet. I had bought myself some time. But peace was not something I could afford anymore. I had hired thirty more skilled armed men and they all had Scarlett's picture with them, as well as the pictures of the other members of the Phantom Circle that my contact had managed to dig up from old police records. Two men, four women. A group of thieves who had been operating across different cities before they set their sights on me. My contact had successfully gathered all the information on them. Their last known locations. Their aliases. Their patterns. Everything I needed to hunt them down like the animals the

"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."