Honor Among Thieves Books Novels & Stories

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out and all the old books are completed., Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate) Third book- Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting) And this one on (Mafia) . enjoy

Who would have expected to be killed by a couple of mutant dogs on their daughter's birthday? I gritted my teeth as the memory of talking to Jilin came back to me. Three of them were still alive and they were supposed to go to Historia. The thought made me sick. I didn't want these monsters to be allowed to spend a quiet retirement while all their victims were slowly being forgotten. That was not fair. I shouldn't allow that, but what could I do? The laws were clear and research was important - especially with such a strong enemy. But ... it just wasn't fair. Unfortunately, I realized very early on that life was seldom fair. Actually, it was just a hurdle race that you tried to master in the

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

“Sold her to her uncle and took off.” Honor had heard every version of this story. She was illegitimate, she was abandoned, she was unwanted, nobody had ever wanted her, her mother was this, her father was that. She’d built up significant immunity. She found the dropped book, straightened carefully, and prepared to leave. “I heard,” Aaron said, louder now, warming to it, playing to the small crowd that had materialized the way crowds always do around cruelty, “that she’s sleeping with her drunk uncle. They’ve got that whole thing going on up there in the woods. My dad says—”

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

Lilibeth A few weeks have passed since the incident with Grimaldi, and from what we've been able to gather, it seems the Salvatores have doubled the security on their properties, which is futile; they will never suspect that they are harboring the enemy in their own home. Mr. Lombardi's men have managed to carry out the money transfers we planned, and it seems Maritza's father is so stupid that he didn't change the access to his accounts, giving us a great opportunity to make him start distrusting all his close associates.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

He asked and without waiting for an answer, he walked into the room where they were. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” Nicola asked and I nodded while signalling to the Soldatos to get ready in case anything was going to happen soon. “Told you it wouldn’t go peacefully.” Someone said from beside me and I looked over to see Cleto taking some cash off North’s hand while Diego laughed. I hadn’t even noticed they were there all along. And I just hoped they didn’t hear what that Roman Argentero had just said. “You just got lucky, klepto,” North mumbled with a little smile, handing a few remaining notes into Cleto’s outstretched hand.