Rebel Thief Who Stole The People Novels & Stories

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."

"Stalker, who else? The best shadow we know. We've hired him once, remember? To tail Randy. That's how we know about his drug dealing dens and eradicate them all." Ah. Stalker. An ex-special ops commander who supposedly 'went rogue' and was discharged. But Ben and I managed to find out the truth—the Minister of Defence was stealing from the nation's taxes; Stalker found out by accident and tried to have him removed. "I know Juliette means a lot to our plans. So he's the best guy for the job," Ben explained. I agree with Ben. Stalker is the best we know. He never loses a target, whether in sight or danger.

He had the build of someone who’d done hard labor his entire life, all thick muscle and scarred knuckles. “We got ourselves the King’s new whore,” he said, and several other figures emerged from the shadows behind him. “Gonna have so much fun with you.” Panic clawed up my throat, and I tried to move but the constraint of the ropes couldn't let me move. "Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?" the man snarled, "We, your hughness are THE REBELS!! A group of people whom your king...your husband had ruined their life and wants nothing but revenge, to show the King hell and we will start with his new queen."

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

And honestly, I didn’t know how that made me feel! “What say you?” I rolled my shoulders before squaring them, then pinned her down with my hard gaze. Her eyes skitted to her brother before flying back to me, and then she swallowed down the visible lump in her throat. “Whatever sin did he commit?” Her voice came out low, all was gone from her body. I turned my head to Terrell, one of my trusted soldiers and the one man who was able to track down the thief who had been stealing from us for the past six months.

That was the punishment and Naomi knew that much from Heart of the continent where a teenage boy who stole a sack of grain to feed his starving sister had his hands detached from his forearms by the Chief of one of the towns in Drakova. The three other men moved in toward her, closing her in and blocking off any means of escape. "Look, I did not mean to steal. I was simply hungry and didn't have enough money. But I swear, if you let me go and keep my hands intact, I'll return what I stole. I swear it. You can even keep an eye on me to be sure that I would," She pleaded, trying to negotiate with them. "Thieving worms like you do not deserve a second chance!" Said the brute in front of her who

Nathan's PoV Tuesday 7th May 2019 ***************************** I hate this trip already. I was told we would be sleeping in a lodge but there was a mixup and now I'm in a one man tent, freezing my ass off all night. Unfortunately, Natalie is on the trip with me. She insisted on sitting next to me for the four hour bus journey and kept touching my thigh and flirting. And then to make things worse I get a phone call from Marcus saying Cole had fucked up big time. He decided to go get drunk and get a nipple piercing without letting Marcus know where he was. To say I was angry was an understatement. I told him not to get that piercing because he had to earn it by behaving, not by getting drunk

She throws the dagger aside, and when she tries to make a move with her bracelet, she realizes it’s gone. Selene smirks, holding up the stone in her hand. She had taken advantage of Eisheth’s distraction, slipping close enough to steal it. "You wretched!" Eisheth’s strength diminishes rapidly without the object. When she tries to lunge at Selene again, the latter tosses the bracelet into the sky, and with the power of the Terrakai, it lands directly in Serena’s hands. Connor transforms into Sorem, and in a rage-filled desperation, he charges at Eisheth. His fangs sink straight into her jugular. He shakes her violently until her head tears from her body.

Personally, it's just a dick-measuring contest among the elite android men. I sigh as I maneuver around the shipment container. I don't need my allotted rations. I am one of the few humans in Saratoga that can buy food and necessities with my earnings in gold bars. How I get my gold bars( the currency's name in our Teril-occupied world) is not wholesome. I am a professional thief, and I am quite good. How did I become a thief? It was happenstance. I was age 13 when I was wandering the dark and dirty streets of Saratoga at night, stumbling on a robbery. Two men were pulling a bag off a woman's arms when they spotted me and snarled, dropping the woman on the street before pouncing on me. I sto

The sixteen allies, united by the common thread of freedom, huddled in secrecy, far from the prying eyes of Athena's enforcers. Maximus, his eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve, took charge of the impromptu war council. "We cannot afford to underestimate Bastian and his soldiers. Our survival hinges on outsmarting them at every turn," he declared, his voice a low murmur carrying the weight of rebellion. The rebels, a diverse group with different backgrounds and skills, listened intently. Among them were former gladiators, skilled artisans, and even a few who possessed knowledge of the wilderness – a formidable blend of talents that Maximus sought to harness.