Rebel Thief Who Stole The People の小説・ストーリー

In fact, I don't believe in fairytales, they are just imaginary illusions that blind us to the reality of life. This man in front of me, who's supposed to be the misunderstood prince is Malakai Lorenzo, mafia king of the biggest underworld organization known in New York, and my father just had to go ahead and gamble all his money to his organization, now my father owes a huge sum of money to this bastard.

I heard the familiar voice of Gonzalo ring from behind me. Natasha jumps on my body, clutching her hands to my chest, as I try to shield her face from meeting his own. “Am I missing something here, Raul? If not, why is the first daughter of the house of Miklaus in the company of the rebel leader?” The bass of his voice rose as his eyes glowed angrily at us. The clouds crackled lightly, and soon the sky started to tear up.

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

My eyes lit up with interest. “I did some digging about Gabriella’s past in her former pack and it turns out she is a runaway thief. That would be our golden ticket,”

I had felt so much pity for her, sharing all my favorite things. But her return gift? She shattered my father's most cherished possession, his horse racing trophy, the symbol of his pride, and pinned the blame on me. She smashed my mother's beloved jewels and hid the fragments under my pillow, ensuring I would be the one to pay. She even threw herself down the stairs, not once, and whispering that I was the one who pushed her. Time and again, I tried to defend myself. But my parents refused to listen. In their eyes, I was the jealous, spoiled child. Only Karen was their pure, innocent daughter.

“Do you know what gives me great solace? After learning everything, I have about who and what you really are? It’s the fact that you could never have been genuinely happy in all these years.” I held her eyes with mine so she would see the utter disgust. “A thief is never very comfortable with that which he stole. There’s always the fear of someone else coming along and doing to them what they did to others, or worse yet, the person who they robbed reclaims what’s rightfully theirs.”

Reaching the wall that leads outside the palace, he used one finger to start climbing the wall, he didn't see the iron net above him and before he knew it,he was flat on the ground, the sack flying a few feets away from him and soon, he was surrounded more than before. "Well, well, I finally got to meet my famous thief and he is a werewolf." Daniel's voice was heard as the guard made way for him until he was standing in front of the thief. "Remove the net from him quickly." he ordered and four guards lifted off the iron net from the thief's body, he helped the thief to his feet which surprised the guards around him. "Perhaps you are wondering why I am being gentle with you?" at the thief nod

Raek Sheen glanced at Dan Brown, then back at Ithel Fitler. 'This must be true then.' Ithel looked coldly at Dan Brown. "Speaking of which, this rebel was with the people who have the black thunder when we discovered it." Ithel still remembered seeing Dan Brown hand-cuffed by the bounty-hunters but what he couldn't phantom was how could he have escaped so quickly? "Why don't you say it clearly? I was hand-cuffed by the bounty-hunters when you saw me," Dan said as he glowered at the shorter Ithel.

The room fell silent once more, save for the thief's labored breathing. Adonis stood tall, his voice ringing with authority. "Your reign of thievery ends here. The palace shall not tolerate such transgressions. You will face the consequences of your actions." The thief, now defeated and resigned, could only muster a faint nod. The reality of his capture sank in, his once confident facade shattered. As Robin and Adonis led the thief away, their victory was celebrated in the hushed whispers of the palace walls. The stores would remain secure, and their reputation as guardians would be strengthened.

With lightning speed, she executed a powerful kick from behind, aimed at the thief's leg. The kick landed with precision, and the thief cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, paralyzed by the unexpected strike. The knife slipped from their hand, and they released their grip on Princess Velia. The guards, who had been waiting for an opportunity, rushed to her aid. Simultaneously, other guards apprehended the paralyzed thief. The guard gasped as they held the thief. "What is it?" Councilman Jarek asked. "This thief is a wanted criminal in most werewolf lands for a string of thefts and according to the receipts in his pockets he came to sell the stolen items."