Little Thieves Book 3 Novels & Stories

"The little one ran away from every cage there and since I've always wanted to have my own pet, I just put him here." From Taid's warehouse? So the beast didn't belong to Reese at all. But no longer Taid either, but Nick. Unfortunately, that fact didn't really make it any better. The little brother grinned and closed the box again. "Cool, isn't it?" "Cool ?!" I asked stunned and could only stare at him in disbelief. “What's cool about keeping a little psychopath as a roommate who can poison you at any time? You should shoot the cattle, not feed them too. That's not cool, that's just stupid! "

He must have been planning her return for some time. She ran her hands lightly over the fabrics of the various gowns and day shifts that Wadim had insisted she wear. She’d lived in an entirely different world and in the style of a different century while held captive. Her mind went back to the first time she’d discovered the hidden door that led to the back of the novelty shop on Fremont Street and how she’d snuck through it numerous times and hidden in the store while she observed the shoppers that came in from the street. Little by little she’d picked up enough knowledge of the ways of the twenty-first century America. After observing the shops hideously pierced, drug induced clerk, she

For a moment, I felt lost. A distant memory surfaced. Back then, when we were still struggling through life together, there was a time when I was accused of stealing at a supermarket. Ethan grabbed the person who accused me and insisted on proving my innocence. I couldn't remember what happened afterward as too much time had passed. That was one of the few times Ethan had truly trusted me. Now, he showed the evidence one piece at a time. Mia struggled. She still tried to argue, but the police directly escorted her into the police car. My friend and I also went to give our statements.

Liora walked past her father and stepmother without a single glance, as if they were nothing more than dust beneath her feet. But as she stood right beside Victoria, she whispered something that made the woman tremble violently. “Enjoy your spotlight tonight, Victoria.” “Because tomorrow, your name will only be remembered as the most shameful thief in London’s history.” The Gala had only just begun, and Liora White’s first strike as Mrs. Thorne would soon destroy everything. END OF CHAPTER 43

Third POV. "What do you mean?" the girls shouted. Marcus felt as if he was going to suffer a headache in no time if he continued to stay with them but he knew what he should and should not do. "Yes, the old woman stole the book but she later lost it," Marcus said. "How are you all sure that the book got lost and not that she is hiding it?" Leila asked as she stared at Marcus. "Honestly I don't know but that is what I was told," Marcus said, making the girls lower their gaze from him in disappointment.

To break a single rule meant forfeiting your life. As much as Seven dreamed of escaping this invisible cage, of running away to a place where her hands weren't forced to steal or handle weapons, a heavy, suffocating weight always held her back. It was an invisible chain forged from fear, debt, and the unsettling realization that she had nowhere else to go. She had to endure everything. Even on the days when her spirit was utterly crushed and she wanted nothing more than to lay down and surrender to the dark, she forced herself to stand. She forced herself to be strong.

I try for my words to sound Stern but even I could hear the uncertainty drenched into my voice. “Of course.” Victor nodded as he approach me before leaning in closer. “If this was anyone else you would not have gotten away with this.” He whisper into my ear as I pass him. I figured that would be the case, but I was never one hundred percent certain; I couldn’t believe that he would let it go so far. Even with the death of his only son, until now. I had my suspicion before but I wasn’t in any position to ask questions. I grew up in this house. I learnt everything I know by slipping through these halls as a kid. I heard things for god-sake. I delivered those checks to the children’s home every

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

While she was still immersed in her thoughts, the thief was already getting close to her. Silvia used to read adventure novels when she was a child, so she was particularly valorous. At this time, when she saw that the thief had stolen from those two little boys, she instantly wanted to save the day. When the scrawny thief ran past her, Silvia immediately stretched out her leg and tripped him up. Seeing that the thief had taken such a hard fall, Silvia felt a little sorry for him as she quietly withdrew her leg. However, the thief shouted, "B*tch, why are you being so f*cking nosy. I'll kill you today!"

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.