Rebel Thief Who Stole The People Novels & Stories

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

"Tell me we don't sacrifice our own to those—those monsters." I couldn't lie to her. Not about this. "It's complicated," I'd said instead, which was perhaps worse than a lie. "Complicated?" She'd nearly spat the word. "There's nothing complicated about stealing newborns from their mothers! About telling families their cubs died in birth when you're really feeding them to slavers!" "It's to protect the pack," I'd argued, the justification sounding hollow even to my own ears. "The arrangement has kept us safe for generations. One cub to save hundreds."

Under the pressure he felt, Torres was the one who spoke first. “Shut up, you moron!” Ramirez shouted, but it was too late. “Take them away.” Juno ordered, the guards came forward to take the men away, while Juno looked at them with disdain. “And for the rest, I hope this serves as a lesson, I do not tolerate disloyalty or theft in my company, next time I will not be so lenient.” She sentenced. Thiago watched as the executives seemed to shrink in their seats, that was the Juno everyone feared, relentless, and calculating, who had no mercy on those who dared to betray him, but who changed completely when he had a certain 18-year-old girl in front of him.

There were a lot of destitute children that often tried to steal from their camp. Most were lucky, some were fed to wild beasts, including wolves and bears. “Yeah, you look like a thief.” He murmured. I said nothing because it was true. I was a thief. But when it came to the red soldiers, I was only trying to take revenge on them for taking my parents' life. I sighed heavily. “I'm glad my reputation precedes me.” I smirked. He didn't like that because the next second, he grabbed me by my dirty flimsy collar and slammed against the wall.

He believed Sally was his perfect little sister and that I was just a spoiled brat. Just like that, they gave her my identity and the love that once belonged to me. In the end, to keep me from standing in Sally's way, they made it so that I perished in a fire. In this life, I refused to stand down in hopes of securing their worthless love. "Grammie passed down that necklace to me, but you stole it. Wait till Mom and Dad arrive and find out you not only gave her the heirloom necklace but also swapped out the bride. Let's see what they'll say," I challenged.

Cole I cannot explain the feeling of knowing you've spent years searching for someone, only to have them stolen from your grasp. The moment Jay told me that the Rebels’ leader - a notorious bastard they called Bandit - had Harley and that they were holding her hostage until he paid back money he stole from them prior to his incarceration I knew that it was bad. And then he confided that he had been working with a police investigator trying to nail the Rebels for transporting and selling drugs.

the smile on his face suddenly became serious, "and then one day I saw an old woman with a child and I emptied my pockets giving her all the money I had stolen out of a woman's purse when I helped her with her bags to her car. I never stole from people in poor areas though. I always stole from people who could afford to lose money like that." "So Robin hood," I smiled up at him. "I was a kid," he laughed, "I was a rebel. I didn't pick those people's pockets because I needed the money. I picked it because I could and because I got this thrill from doing something bad from time to time." "Robin hood/ thrill seeker," I noted. "What about you, Mrs Goody two shoes. Ever done something naughty?"

THE REBEL" ..................................................... The End ......................................................

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.

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”