My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

“So you admit it. The stolen product, the whispers in the industry—that was you?” His grandfather chuckled, the sound low and almost amused. “Of course, it was me. Did you think I wouldn’t act when I saw you throwing away everything I built for a woman? But…” He sighed dramatically. “I’m tired of the back and forth, Raymond. Do this for me, and I’ll leave you and your little wife alone.” Ray’s mind raced. His grandfather admitting to sabotaging him was unexpected, but the offer was even more shocking. “And what guarantee do I have that you’ll keep your word?” he asked coldly.

He said. "Why?" "Your uncle hear was laughing like a crazed banshee. He was rolling on the hall floors, screaming and laughing his eyes out while pointing at us." Her grandfather narrated. "At first I thought that something was wrong with him, but with the way he was pointing at us, I had to look at the person next to me. After studying her well, I realized it was your mother. I was so angry, I locked them up in their rooms." "Yeah," Wazir said, sniffing as he wiped off his tears of laughter. "But unfortunately for you, you didn't know that your daughter had the skill of a thief. She could pick locks."

"What the hell is going on here?" "Great, you're finally here." Dario stepped forward. "These two were having a dispute because one of them stole something from the other and they think that we were all in on it." "Okay, what do you think he stole? Because we're not all thieves, so don't blame all of us for something one person did." He looked at both men who were too afraid to make eye contact with him. "Now what did he take?" "My watch. That was my grandfather's before he went off to war and he keeps lying to me saying that he hadn't stole it and I know he did." The other guy explained.

If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled thinking about meeting him. It was close . She would be successful, she wanted to be under his name. For the world, he was the perfect businessman. The youngsters worshipped him like a God, for them he was role model. But for her , he was " The Pakhan " . The face of dark world. Murder, Kidnapping, Trafficking and what more. He was the king of all. His cold stare could make a grown man piss.

He asked again. If I say this, I wouldn’t give myself away right? I mean, he already knows it’s not him, there are only two other people left from the family who could have done it, “It was a friend of theirs who stole.” I started, “But he came to hide in the mountains where we lived and my grandparents got caught in it too…” “They split the money.” He said, “Your grandparents took some from him as well, that’s why they got involved. Not just because they hid him.”

She sipped a drink and continued. “Grandpa used to love Grandma so much. Even when they were that old, I remember seeing them stealing kisses and always glued to each other. His eyes would light up on seeing Grandma, and she was the same. I did not understand it back then, but it always stuck with me because their equation was very different from that between my mother and father.” She had a faraway look on her face as she remembered her grandparents. She shook her head and added. “And one time, I remember, someone had tried to steal from his company or something. He already knew it but played along and exposed him when there was no turning back. A lot was going on at that time. I did not un

I was disgusted and understood why Mason’s face looked the way it did. “It is against the law to steal in our kingdom and the penalty for theft is death.” My eyes fly wide outlined by my furrowed brows as I look at my grandfather with disbelief. “This is insane!” I exclaim and take a step closer to the strung-up trio. My gaze lingered on the small malnourished-looking boy. “They were caught stealing from the dumpster.” Another warrior states as if it still makes this whole scene ok. I look around, finally focusing my attention on my grandfather, waiting for his reply and decision.

Dodging Dulcie's attack deftly, Roger said while curling up the corner of his lips, "I speak nicely by saying so. My grandfather is dead. On what ground can this old bastard be still alive?" "Your...Your grandfather?" Dulcie asked. Curling up the corner of his lips, Roger said, "Yes. Back then, my grandfather ran business with this old bastard together. Their business was almost of the same size. No, my grandfather's company should be larger-sized. This old man was jealous of my grandfather, convincing him to construct buildings, bid for ads, and be the top bidder. In the end, my grandfather lost money and committed suicide by jumping off a building. And he is alive and well."

To me it was a series of bullshit. While my grandfather had made a fortune through hard work, my father had tripled the money, and that was not why I was going to make some kind of out-of-shape claim. It wasn't something I felt good about; on the contrary, it was something I tried not to count on. My grandfather lived a lot on appearances and power, which proved to be wearing. “I'm sorry I was so hard on your grandfather, but he mentioned Mare.” Will said sadly, and I didn't blame him; I could understand.

“What did your grandfather do to my parents?” “He trapped them, tried to kill them, made them do bad things for him… lots of stuff. Lots of bad, bad stuff. He’s got a lot of money, you see, and he got most of it from doing illegal things. Bad things,” I explained. “Your parents found out and testified against him. He’s in prison, but he’s still managing to do these bad things from there. I thought we were a legitimate company. I just found out about the rest. Now, my grandfather’s after me because I’m not being a good little heir and helping him hurt people.”