Famous Thieves In Fiction Novels & Stories

"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

"Somewhere. Why, dad?" "We have a problem. Come home quickly!" ******* Shipment failed. They were double cross, and the luxury cars were taken into possession by Sunny Liang. The most notorious gang leader in Italy was known for hijacking shipments and was a great swindler and a thief. Unbeknownst to them, it was Sunny Liang who orchestrated the trade.

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.

The soft glow made me swallow hard. “Hello, little thief,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. It was him—the rich bastard whose wallet I’d lifted. Alessandro Fucking Costello, according to his ID. At first, my plan was to drain his credit and move on, but he turned out to be an even bigger target than I’d thought. All that money was too tempting, and I couldn’t resist taking everything. I decided to play it cool, lowering the bat and tilting my head with a feigned innocence. “Thief? What exactly did I steal?”

“Rana, we haven't gone on a heist for over a month and that was enough time for other low ranking thieves to catch up to us.” I groaned as I rubbed my temples, thinking fast. “Who's topping the charts?" I asked, wanting to know who had the guts to beat us. “Who else?” Gemma said dryly. “It's the shadow thief, of course.” That name made my heart skip a beat and adrenaline coursed through my veins at the challenge. The shadow thief was someone whose identity was unknown and he got the name because he always disappeared before his shadow was spotted. Though I couldn't deny that I had a secret crush on him because he was mysterious and so good at stealing, but that didn't mean I wanted him to be

“She mentioned Jim… and a few of his aliases. Names I’ve heard before—only now do I realize they were all him.” He folded the letter back up and tucked it inside his coat. His voice was low and steady, like still water: “He’s a legend, Livia. In the underworld, among those who truly stand at the top—master thieves, assassins, dealers of information—many of them were once his disciples. His movements are shrouded in secrecy. Few have ever seen his true face. Some say he’s not even a person, but the name of a shadowy organization. Others claim he’s already dead. But more believe he’s still alive, hiding in the deepest, darkest places.”

certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’. During this moment when everyone from the Suzaku clan had been at their wits’ end about yesterday’s matter, where they had been collectively been plundered, a certain little thief was returning from a rewarding journey. That certain little thief sat on top of that pile of stolen goods and was beaming with pleasure as she was listing down the harvest she had this time.

It's obvious why: he doesn't want to go down alone. He doesn't want prison, that's more like it. And what better protection can one get besides the insurance of another's life? That conniving sly fox. He knows the family too well; everyone's too smart to sacrifice for the right. That's why he's the worst of all the three brothers; not only does he steal from the shadows, he's willing to drown the others to stay afloat. 'Yes, yes… waltz on with your thoughts. Don't mind me. I'm good.' Ben's voice snapped me back to the warm, sweaty atmosphere of the gym.

At the time, everyone had gathered outside the hospital. Damon's eyes welled with despair as he looked down at the dense crowd. Archibald approached Damon and angrily whispered, "See that? Here are all the sins you have committed. Death will not solve that!" As he spoke, members of Roggan appeared and led Damon downstairs. Archibald never considered killing Damon because it would be an easy way out. Instead, he intended to force Damon to reveal his accomplices. That was why Archibald was known as the King of Thieves.

No, everybody goes around him without even slowing down as he gazes down at me. "I promise that I will do everything that I can to help you get him out of there. If he needs it that is. The Guild Master is known for his lies so you cannot take what he said seriously." He says to me. "You mean that I cannot trust a thief? Who would have thought? It is not just that he said that. It is that he was able to find me so quickly. Somebody had to tell him and Hunt is the only one that knew that I was here." I tell him.