Famous Thieves In Fiction Novels & Stories

"Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him? "No wonder you resigned and left so quickly back then. So this was your plan all along. You stole company money and took confidential company files. Now you're living so comfortably." Mia coldly accused me from the side. I ignored her. I looked at Ethan. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. It seemed this entire scene today was something he had planned too. I wasn't surprised. I was already used to it. In fact, if Ethan wasn't involved, I might have found it strange.

At the great castle of the six thieves, a man sat at the entrance with sword in his hand, he did not say a word he just attacked Awoditi, like they have met before, he began to defend himself as it was obvious that that was all he could do, because the man bested him three to one, after something that looks like hours, the man succeeded by pinning him to the floor, with his sword at Awoditi"s neck, first time any man was successful at disarming him since his training ended. He closed his eyes, expecting the sharpness of the sword cutting through the trout and sending him on the journey to meet with his forefathers. But someone started clapping behind him, he opened his eyes and saw a man he

My father was very well know as was I. “27,000 going once? 27,000 going twice? SOLD, to the lovely Miss in room 47!” The auctioneer yelled. Two men came out and helped escort the young girl away. After a couple of other slaves were auctioned and bought I took a glance at my watch. Two hours had passed and so far none of the slave the auction house had displayed peaked my interest. “Our next specimen is a lizard man with excellent fighting skills.” The auctioneer chanted through the speaker.

He smiled diabolically and approached that unsuspecting lady. Diana,the queen of pickpockets was confused about what had just happened.She was sure she had robbed that foolish rich dude,who she passed by in the crowd but she couldn't find it.She was suddenly alerted by a domineering figure that appeared before her.She looked up to see the man she just stole from.Her heart skipped a beat but influenced by her rushing adrenaline she pulled out a pocket knife and attempted to stab him.

Even though there are lots of shops here, the places that concede are always shops owned by the state. "Damn, so it's true that the leader of this country is indeed a devil who doesn't care about his people!" said the male thief, they were 2 people wearing black masks. "It's been almost a week though, there's absolutely no reaction," girl thief. "Come on, let's take him immediately. Hopefully our hiding place won't be discovered." They came out through the destroyed wall carrying a bag of Danirmala coins and money. When the man pointed his hand at the wall, the wall that was originally destroyed became whole again.

she says with a chuckle, before scribbling another list. Mafia/Crime Lord: Mafia Boss Drug Lord Smuggler Cartel Leader Money Launderer I laugh. “Yeah, definitely keeping the first four, but money launderer sounds too... boring for a dark romance. Where’s the thrill?” Jenni nods in agreement and starts on another list. I watch as she meticulously writes out the next category. Obsessive Lover: Bodyguard Psychiatrist or Therapist Business Tycoon with control issues Ex-Military or Mercenary

“Yes, well, it seems in the chaos of the raid, we misplaced him.” I stare at her for a moment. Only Dai Qing would say the FBImisplaceda skilled and very deadly mobster who would love to see me laid low. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m afraid not. We’re trying to determine if Nolan knew about his brother’s extraction plan.” I purse my lips. “Flint’s not a planner. Not like that. He’s an opportunist.” I pick at the blanket lying across my waist. “And I… Nolan didn’t know about the warehouse, about what Flint had planned.”

“I know him by reputation.” “And what’s that?” “Do you know the phrase, honor among thieves?” I nodded. “Sure, always sounded like bullshit.” “I think supposedly lived like that. He’s an honorable thief, or as much as that sort of thing can exist these days. He steals from the rich.” “And gives to the poor?” I said, finishing the phrase. She laughed. “Oh, god, no, I’m sure he keeps it all for himself.” I laughed with her. “Still, that’s not the impression I get from him.”

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.

Those despicable human traffickers should have been caught today. "Thea. As you wish," he closed his eyes and silently said in his heart. Ruins. Sir Harris caught the criminals off guard and swiftly surrounded the ruins with his colleagues, leaving the thugs in a panic. "Damn it, how did the cops come? Who the hell leaked the news?" "Brothers, we have hidden ourselves well for so many years, and the police cannot uncover our identities. As long as we all stick to our story and refuse to confess, they won't be able to harm us, right?"