Novel & Cerita Famous Thieves In Fiction

Dad has no shortage of ‘business’ contacts, after all. The more I think about it, the less that makes sense. He’s too… put together. Too normal, what with his big house and fancy suit and the general lack of any chaotic air about him. Most thieves I’ve met are all skittish creatures —myself included— eyes always darting around to locate the nearest exit while keeping running totals of all the luxury goods within arm’s reach. Our jittery quality may not manifest in overt physical movements, but our eyes are usually our biggest tell.

Li Wei laughed inwardly. He left the uncle, who now looked desperate. It wasn't long before Li Wei heard the uncle's rant, saying he had been tricked by the hunter who sold the fake artefact. Many thieves were sneaking around in the crowded streets of the black market. Li Wei noted to himself. It wasn't just adults who were thieves. Those who acted and dressed as if they were part of the hunters and fighters themselves. Many small children were thieves there. "What are you doing?" snapped Li Wei when the hand had reached into the pocket under his tunic.

They watched intently, forming a perimeter around the two. The name of that cultivator was Thom. He made his fortune by robbing cultivators of their gold coins. He had no interest in leaving the town to cultivate or hunt beasts for their pelts to sell. Instead, Thom believed it was more effective to target wealthy cultivators, kill them, and take their gold.

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

"He also said that you—" "I'm sorry to say that I'm a long way from that powerful figure everyone tries to label me," interrupted Reeves, "stories are magnified every time they pass on. Some folk writers have done their best to make me as scary as the Xiongnu Emperor. Not that I'm claiming my innocence, of course I've run a smuggling syndicate. And while I admit my methods are problematic, I'm still a better crime hunter than any Canon detective." "I don't understand how you can command thieves and smugglers and be a criminal at the same time."

“You know I didn’t mean to—he tried to—” “Don’t,” he interrupted softly, his jaw locking as he tilted the glass slightly. “You think explanations matter here? You think he cares why you did it?” He. Liam Moretti. The name pulsed in my head like a curse, echoing in every corner of the room. Stories about him traveled through whispers — the Devil of the South, the man who made people vanish, the man who smiled while ending lives. My breath hitched. “What’s in the glass?”

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

"But I deserved it." He looked confused. "He found out about the plan." "What plan?" "I have a criminal record, Nash, and you might be one of the best lawyers, but you can't save me from prison when the truth comes out." "Have you ever heard of the notorious jewel thief?" He nodded quietly. "Wait, that's you?" "How?" "I've been doing it for years. I've been wearing disguises that made me unrecognizable, and I stole jewels from the highest bidders who loved to collect them."

Vincent asked innocently, "Mommy, what are thieves?" Larissa explained, "Thieves are people who snatch away things that belong to someone else. They're all bad people—especially that old hag in the middle with white hair." Vincent nodded. He said, "So does that mean this is the thieves' hideout? We're here to serve justice!" "That's right. You're so clever, Vince!" Abigail was furious. "Who are you people? How dare you trespass on the Tuffin residence? Guards, take them away!"

Hence, he asked Elliot to look further into the matter. “What’s the result?” Tony did not release the accelerator. Instead, he stepped on it. As the car darted forward like a bullet, his eyes darkened. “The person who stole Myra’s belongings was a famous thug from the south of the city. He had the name of being a skilful thief, so he was quite popular in that area. Lucas was familiar with one of the leaders of that region, Mr. Hopkins. I’m sure Myra would be interested in the results of the interrogation of the burglar by Mr. Hopkins,” Elliot answered nonchalantly with the belief that Myra’s family had gone overboard this time. I can’t believe that they thought of such despicable means!