Famous Thieves In Fiction Novels & Stories

There are very rarely second chances in our family so you certainly don’t get a third. Thieves must be made an example of … their betrayal cannot go unpunished. Harold was mortgaged out his ass, there was no way he could pay back very much of that money. He liked the high life but had the actual income one-fourth of his lifestyle. Second problem with thieves is that they flaunt their idiocy. How could he really think we wouldn’t notice? If you’re going to be dumb enough to steal, don’t live like a king. “Take Ollie with you,” Viktor said, sipping his gin.

“Keep staring at me like that, and you’ll walk out with a bullet somewhere in your body.” Instant fear. Good. I needed the room under control. I exhaled and forced my focus back. “One of the crates containing the new guns was stolen. The thief will hit again tonight. He’s an amateur and he fucked with the wrong man.” I laid out the plan—surveil the docks, let him take one crate to confirm it’s him, then take him alive. “Any questions?” “No, boss.” “Good. Meeting dismissed.” But even as the room emptied, even as business took priority, only one thought stayed lodged in my skull:

The acting leader of this group of thieves. Base on their conversation, they are here to steal. And by the looks of it ,they already knows who lives here. A tall and thin man snickered and said to the fat guy. "Isn't it obvious! For the years of our operations as thieves, you sure are dumb pig fatty!" Which earned the laughter of the remaining one.

The maidservant walked toward her and stated her report. “Your Highness, there was only one maidservant who entered last night in the dungeon. She was the one assigned to give the assassins some food.” “Where is that maidservant now?” “She is dead, Your Majesty,” Lila replied. “Her body is found at the back of the maidservants’ quarters. It seemed like she was also poisoned.” Emery sighed. The person they were against was another step ahead of them. If this kind of situation occurs again, it would be hard to track the culprits, especially when the maidservants getting involved in the situation were just being blackmailed and killed afterward.

But what he did was weirder. He turned her until he was facing her. His eyes were sparkling with excitement, and his smile hid a greater secret. Her face was not that of the sweet, poor Peter she knew. No. That was the face of a Peter who knew very well what he was going to do. "I'm going to be a thief like him, Kat." I intend to rob that thief of his most beloved and unprotected possession. Your.

However, the intern reporter immediately sensed something was wrong, so she secretly recorded everything. That very night, an article appeared on a local Brookhaven forum with the headline: "The Inspirational Girl Who Claimed Her Cousin Hid Her Admission Ticket Actually Stole Her Cousin's Score". The piece maintained a remarkably level-headed tone, focusing on presenting a clear sequence of facts. Firstly, Naomi Gibson's actual exam score wwasn't the one she'd implied online. Secondly, the real guest of honor at the party should have been Stella Morrow who never showed up at the event.

So did Cassian. Cassian's attention had shifted completely now. He wasn't watching Elena anymore; he was watching reactions. He watched the faces. He watched the fear. It was the exact way a predator watched movement in the darkness. “Theft rarely looks dramatic,” Elena continued, rising from her chair to walk slowly around the obsidian table. “The smartest criminals don't steal once. They steal repeatedly.” Her heels clicked softly against the floor. Tap. “A little at a time.” Tap. “Over and over.” Tap. “Until nobody notices.”

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.

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.

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night-dark sea. ¨DAnne McCaffrey,?Dragonsong Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad. I've committed a crime, and now I'm on the run with a jewel thief. The thought kept racing through Piper's mind in an endless loop. Somehow this man had convinced her to help him steal the Cheapside hoard. All of it. How the hell had he done that? He just looked into my eyes, and I went all gooey.