Famous Thieves In Fiction Novels & Stories

She asked. "You're a thief, you dared steal from the don!" One of the maid replied and her jaws dropped instantly. One of the mobsters dipped his hands into her gown pocket only to bring out the wristwatch they had been searching for! 👥 "Omg, it actually with her!" 👥 "I bet, she wouldn't be spared this time" 👥 "I even thought she had escaped" 👥 "She can't, even at night. She'll still be caught!"

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

“Any news from the dark side?” “Always, little tiger,” Christian’s voice came back, raspy and familiar. “Our dear old Gregory has been busy. Too busy. Trying to steal some of Hades’s European shipping routes. Playing a very dangerous game of ‘find the loophole,’ if you catch my drift. He’s got a mole, a lazy dock worker giving him all the shipping lists. Seems our brother thinks he’s quite the brainiac, our brat.”

I took in a deep breath. " How's it like... Being a thief?" I asked, and the smile disappeared to reveal a more serious look. " I wouldn't call it that." He began, his voice low. " We're just taking what is ours in the first place. We are still from crooked people, people who take from the poor masses and put in their pockets. The likes of George Flynn, the man who murdered your family..." He trailed off and I nodded. " People like them. The money isn't theirs, to begin with, so we're just taking it back."

Our world was filled with all sorts of filth; from liars to thieves. And as they said, there is no honor among thieves. I spun on my heel and walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to face the two men. “It was lovely seeing you, Lucky Gambino. You may continue whatever it was you were doing.” And with that, I walked out with my men following closely behind me. The bloodlust had cooled down, the thief who stole from me and destroyed my property was dead, and I had gotten my shipment back. Although it was not all of it.

“Were you by chance spice merchants before the plague?” “Yes” said the one driving the cart slowly, “how did you know?” His voice sounded suspicious and I wondered if they had already started robbing the dead. “Oh” I waved a hand noncommittally, “I just assumed with that much knowledge you had to be.” My inner brain was working and making a mental note of the herbs listed to use as a concoction for my mask. These were the four famous thieves, pre-fame, who had been let go and not burned at the stake for their crimes because they had given a judge their recipe that had in turn saved lives. They threw the body on the cart and scrambled back on continuing their trek down the street yelling for

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.

"No but's! Don't worry; it's just the Scarlet Thief. He has nothing on me!" Leon declared coldly, the disdain in his voice evident. "Um," Henry and Chandler were both stunned by how confident Leon seemed. "How dare you, punk! Well, since you have such a daring death wish, I'll gladly help you fulfill it!" the Scarlet Thief snickered when he heard this. As one of the Eight Criminals, he was notorious for his ruthlessness and could not stomach being looked down on by Leon like this!

Country club jail, school jail, county fair jail, theme park jail and even real jail. Mall jail remains the worst. "Ms. Wimberly, can you explain to me why you stole seven thousand dollars worth of product?" The security guard questioned. "Seven thousand?" I asked incredulously. "All that stuff being worth seven thousand is the real crime!" "You are banned from ever entering this store again." "Seventy-eighth time I've heard that." "Do you know how lucky you are to not be going to jail?" He asked. "It's not luck it's Mommy and Daddy." I rolled my eyes. "Is that annoying to you? A spoiled heiress comes in the store and steals a bunch of stuff that she easily could have paid for and then gets

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"