Famous Thieves In Fiction 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.

"We find the architect. We assess. This is not greed. This is a signature. A calling card." The trace took Leo and a handpicked team of his best grey-hats two months. It led not to a person, but to a legend. A myth in the underworld of high-finance cybercrime: "The Librarian." No real name, no face. A entity known for only pulling heists that were, in their own warped way, statements. They had once robbed a blood diamond conglomerate and donated the sum to a historical preservation society. They had hacked an oil company and used the funds to plant a forest. They were a phantom with a perverse moral code.

He believed Sally was his perfect little sister and that I was just a spoiled brat. Just like that, they gave her my identity and the love that once belonged to me. In the end, to keep me from standing in Sally's way, they made it so that I perished in a fire. In this life, I refused to stand down in hopes of securing their worthless love. "Grammie passed down that necklace to me, but you stole it. Wait till Mom and Dad arrive and find out you not only gave her the heirloom necklace but also swapped out the bride. Let's see what they'll say," I challenged.

Adonis watched his form turned back against him, perhaps raising the glass to his lips. "Then why aren't we looking for him?" "Because he's not worth my money. Hiring detectives alone already costs half the money he stole. But her, she just might be." Mike chuckled, running his free hand through his previously slick hair. "Even at that, you can't trust a thief, sir." Adonis pointed out, his eyes silently begging to be heard. "An interesting thief. I won't tell you a second time what to do." Adonis could hear his smirk from his choice of tone. The man just sighed and nodded in forced affirmation, turning away from the office.

“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.

There Lucie had worn the emeralds and shown off the huge green stones much to the envy of every other woman present. Phantom had charmed his way through and gotten an invitation. At the time he was sought after in 7 different countries for similar crimes. Phantom had enjoyed the rush of every heist. Stealing was as much a big part of his life as sex. And he lived both pleasures to the fullest. It helped that women considered him exotically handsome. After all in his youth he was referred to as Marios Lekkas lookalike. His looks as well as his charms had made stealing the Crepon jewelries easy as pie.

I strip and head to the shower. Delgado was fast becoming one of my favorites. Very fast, smart and efficient, always gets his job done, but he had a chronic gambling problem and soon started started stealing from me. I hadn't noticed until hundreds of thousands started missing. He's one of my most trusted men and I decided he shouldn't die. I gave him time to pay up, but the fool thought he could outsmart me and fled the country. Sometimes I wonder why these people think like dimwits. You can never outrun me. You can never hide from me. I will find you.

“But... Alma told me that it was stolen by the hooded men. Edan muttered frowningly, Diego pursed his lips with some suspicion. "I also found out that those hooded men are people hired by one of the defrauded businessmen..." They're very well paid, they didn't have to steal those checks, which wouldn't make sense. Diego alleged. “No... You're wrong. Edan murmured, his heart heavy. "I hope so," Diego said.

It was the thin thread that separated criminals from monsters. Giuseppe, his older brother, had once joked that Giovanni was like a modern Robin Hood—if Robin Hood wore Armani suits and carried a .45 caliber moral compass. They robbed, scammed, and extorted the rich and the corrupt, taking from those who had gained their wealth through others' misery, only to funnel much of it back into the hands of those who needed it most. Orphanages, women's shelters, soup kitchens—all received anonymous donations that kept them running when government funding fell short.