Famous Fictional Thieves Novels & Stories

"Word on the street is, someone once snatched Rosemary to get at Bradley. By the next day, the ringleader was flayed and dumped on his kingpin's doorstep." "Yeah, I heard that, too. Bradley went all out, unleashed hell to crush his enemies, and sent a clear message to the criminal world. The Gilbert Group took a beating, too. Since then, no one's dared to mess with Rosemary." I glanced at Bradley's retreating figure as a strange sense of having been there before washed over me.

Kim inquires tentatively. Originally, Chester didn't plan to tell her, but still he respond and said, "They are a group of international thieves who commit all kinds of crimes. The most common thing they do is to kill for their employers. They are similar to mercenaries, but they are more organized and disciplined than mercenaries." "No one can catch them?" Chester smiled, did not answer, but asked, "You come today, what's the matter?" Kim knew that Chester didn't want to answer. After all, some things involve confidential files, and not everyone can know.

"My mom told me that their family was involved with some big mafias in Italy before they moved here. It was once reported but they were never convicted and the evidences just suddenly vanished. And you know what mafias do? Illegal doings. Plus mafias, in general, do have a lot of enemies since they get involve with different kinds of evil. I am telling you this because you are my friend and I don't want you to be in danger just because you are dating the wrong guy." I sighed in relief. The mafia thing is quiet creative, but at least it wasn't the one I expected, right? Though, thinking about Carter being in some sort of mafia makes me want to smirk. His dangerous appeal would really suit tha

Some ran from him, and some ran to him, they ended up dead though. Illegal was too small of a word to describe what he did. Because as well as killers, he had formed hackers, drug dealers, con artists, money launderers, thieves, burglars, arsonists and psychopathic killers. He had it all. And was never caught once. This man could light the world on fire and call it rain.

That was why Archibald was known as the King of Thieves. That was because, despite Archibald's extensive theft, none of the victims ever reported it to the police. There was no other reason than Archibald's strong belief in honor among thieves! So, despite his long-standing reputation as the King of Thieves, he had never been apprehended, let alone incarcerated. Damon was dragged out like a dog and thrown onto the square in front of the hospital. Many people were holding their phones and recording videos of the incident. Some were even live streaming. All those who had been disabled or lost their families as a result of Damon's actions were watching.

What do you think of our thieves' guild's influence in Dominaria City? With Olivia's magic, the murderer had nowhere to hide and confessed everything. It turned out that he was a third-level thief hired to steal a treasure map from the nobleman's second son. He didn't expect to find it after searching the entire house, so he had no choice but to interrogate the hostess at home. After receiving the treasure map, he must have killed her to silence her. After receiving Olivia's report, Christian just didn't take it seriously. All kinds of treasure maps appear on the mainland every year, and this is a common tactic used by some scammers.

The thief said simply but Nicholas wasn't going to listen to that, he searched him thoroughly but couldn't find anything. "Give it back or I will make you regret it." He ordered almost choking him. "Chill okay? It's just silver." The thief said. "Why would you choose to steal?" Nicholas asked inquisitively. "*Sighs* welcome to Baghdad by the bay, you sure do look like you are new, or am I wrong?" The thief said to him. "Baghdad by the bay? Isn't this San Francisco?" Nicholas inquired. "Baghdad is a nickname for San Francisco it is still the same thing, I knew you were new." He retorted.

Wilbur fell deep into thought. Someone capable of stealing the Tiger War Amulet from a place so strictly guarded had to be a cultivator specialized in thievery. Thieving cultivators were best at hiding themselves and utilizing skills like camouflaging, making it hard to find them. Despite the fact that stealing a national treasure would draw attention from the national departments, most cultivators would never take that risk. Only Venomadder had the guts to do it. "Do we have any further information on him?" Wilbur looked at Elsa.

Someone disguises as Pigeon, most likely, but I don’t know who it might be. "Pigeon?" I acted like I was confused about who the woman was. He looked up at me, the seriousness of his keen, deep-set darker shade brown orbs I can't read. "Pigeon is the well known legendary hacker who could hack technology-based things, and also a great thief," he replied as if he knew her.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at