Rebel Thief Who Stole The People Mga Nobela at Kwento

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

"Tell them the truth. Did she steal it?" The man writhed in pain, clutching his ribs, but still managed to nod frantically. "Y-Yes… it was her! She stole it!" Gwen erupted, thrashing wildly against her restraints, her face contorted with rage. "Liar! You filthy liar! It was you! You stole it and tried to pin it on me!" The man let out a bitter laugh, his voice dripping with disdain as he retorted sharply, “You’re the one who told me to steal it! You said if I got that necklace, I could finally have a decent life!”

I asked. Raphael’s lips curved faintly. “We set a trap. Feed the mole. Give false information... let’s say about a shipment, or a meeting. Whoever takes the bait, that’s your real traitor.” Oh, there was sense in that. The idea tasted just right. Though my instincts had been clawing at me, whispering that the boy wasn't the one, Raphael had been there to finally put the feeling into words. That was why he was my second in command now. He knew what he was doing.

I pulled off my helmet, and shook my hair, catching my breath. “That was insane,” Lyla rushed to me, all giddy. Smiling. “God, where did you get your reflexes from…..your strength is unmatched.” I didn't say a word to her, looking over to Draven who was behind me, glaring at me like he wanted to kill me. The crowd closed in on me, patting me, praising me. I started my bike and drove off, ignoring them— both Draven and his girl, ignoring his frustrated screams and curses.

Because now it's impossible to be like that . My life has been changed a lot since then . I have become a professional assassin . Who would kill people . Just to earn money . That's what I have been doing for years and so . Now there is no point in turning back . I always come here so that I won't ever forget the mission I set for my own self , years ago . I need to take that bloody bastard down in order to take revenge for my father . And I will succeed one day .

I breathed out. “I will get you food and new clothes, you won’t be able to be on your feet for a while, maybe a day or two.” He said and my breath hitches, fuck, there is nothing I hated more than being so useless but right now I didn’t have a choice, I had to wait. I glanced at Liam. “Are you mad at me or something, you can’t even look at me.” “It’s nothing Bella, it’s not your fault.” He said and I nodded softly. “Someone orchestrated this plan and it’s someone from my mafia.” He said and my breath hitches

Knowing what he did and saving him was my only duty. "Stop!" I thundered, wondering where I got such boldness from. The beatings ceased instantly and they stared at me with disappointment, their sticks raised and ready to strike again if I didn't make intentions known. "Why are you beating him up? What did he do?" My voice was hard with anger. One of them, probably the leader of the mob came forward. "My Lady," He bowed. "He was caught stealing from a trader after pretending to buy a piece of bread, and you know that we don't harbor thieves in our pack so we had to do the needful."

"The universe decided to give me a second chance and gave me back what I lost.... What about you, we thought you died in that plane crash. How did you survived?" "I was captured by the rebels when I entered the airport that very day." Philly said. "Rebels? Who are they?" Nora asked slightly confused. "Dad knows who I am talking about." Philly said as Craig remembered the rascals who made him lose everything. "The rebels were the ones who seized everything from my father because he took a huge loan from them and couldn't pay when it was due. They throw us out in the street before we met your grandmother. They kidnapped me and made me work as a slave for them for the years that went by. I wasn

Esther strode forward, grabbing the thief by the collar as the others followed, finally getting a good look at the intruder. It was a frail old man with a wrinkled face and a sheepish grin. "Hehehe, Dr. Wiles, what a surprise to see you here!" The old man chuckled, greeting everyone with a wave. Archibald Stevens, though outwardly calm, felt regretful. He should not have taken this job in the first place! However, he had to take the risk for his granddaughter, Bernadette Stevens, who was sick. Rustin was astonished to find Archibald and confronted him angrily, "You're Archibald Stevens, the King of Thieves!"

To refuse their master was cause for dismissal. Rage had destroyed Tanner's sanity. He'd killed his master, killed the man with his bare hands and then fled. Now, seven years later, he'd established himself as a professional thief for hire, one of the finest. The deft of hand talents, and the ability to go unseen by everyone, a footman's trade, worked even better for him as a specialist in acquiring items desired by paying clients. The man, Thomas Blankenship, was certainly able to pay him well. His sources had confirmed it, though they also warned he was dangerous and deceptive.