Little Thieves Book 3 Novels & Stories

Beautiful iridescent murals covered the walls, and the nearly unlimited power sources available to the society meant that being underground never meant feeling as if you were in a cave. Well. . . Rarely. For about an hour, Jacquard had been tracking the thief who narrowly escaped. The thief left with a book. He did not know the title but he felt it will definitely be one of the ancient books. He went straight to the shelf as if it was pointed to him. He felt unrest. After the whole thing, still, none of the guards showed up. It was as if they had been informed not to interfere. He felt so confused. Why did the guards not come to his aid even when they heard those deafening noises from inside

I ask him in a teasing voice. “Funny joke Luna, I am going to change,” he replies me and he heads to his closet probably to get a change of clothes or bed. While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country.

I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand. Shelf.....5.....no....7 Finally I found it. As I pulled the red covered book out but by mistake another book slipped from it's place and landed on the italian tiles with a thud. I bended down to pick it up but the picture on the opened page made me stop all of a sudden That sighn.... How could it be here?? I picked it up to see that the same sign I saw 10 years back was there clear and distinct. A thunder mark bordered by lightning blue colour.

I hadn't prohibited this room for anyone, so I couldn’t blame Mariella for the irritation I felt. She was inside the room, on her tiptoes over the two-staired ladder, trying to reach for the books over the shelf. This girl would get herself in trouble if left alone for a single second. But in this scenario, I wouldn’t blame her height, but that fucking ladder. Was that even a ladder? A crisp sound reached my ears, and my eyes snapped toward the leg of the shelf. The wood had rotten because of the dampness in the room. I rushed inside, knowing full well what was about to happen. Mariella wasn’t even aware of the whole situation.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Nobody, absolutely nobody is buying that shit. “Thick as thieves already,” Hannah whispers, sitting down in front of me. Good liars already too. But I’ll let it slide. As Alpha, I’m already learning about picking and choosing my battles. That is one I ain’t touching with a ten foot pole. *Nope! Let it happen,* Crush says happily.

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

All I can feel is the pain wracking my body, and the fear that's consuming me. The talisman ... It drains anyone its used on of their strength. It's in my pocket, but the Silver Hunter has my arms twisted around my back, and I can't reach it. In the living room, the Silver Hunter throws me on the floor. "How many of you are there?" I stare up at him, wishing I could punch him right in his stupid face. There are shouts outside, and I know that more Silver Hunters have attacked Gregory, Brynn, and the other students.

But then I reminded myself that I wouldn't be getting into trouble if I had my own things and didn't have to beg anybody for theirs or accept what people suggested, just like in Celia's case. And looked at me sternly for some time, seemingly assessing me in and out before he finally said something. "Where did you get this?" He asked, raising the book I had been reading. I was so scared instantly and my heart raced while my mind scrambled for a believable lie that would get me out of this messy situation. "I... I." I stuttered for a while before something came to my mind, a lame lie. "I stole it from one of the guards," I stammered, not wanting to put anybody in trouble and also hoping that m

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