Rebel Thief Who Stole The People Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Mortified. “I'm so sorry,” I stammered. My face reddened in embarrassment, clutching my night clothes tightly. The cold I had felt earlier had vanished. I adjusted my glasses. “I— I— thought…….” My voice trembled. “I thought— that you were— a burglar……” He snorted. “A burglar— in my own house? That's a new one.” “Your house!” I almost yelped. Petrified. “This is your house?” My eyes tripled. Dazed.

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."

Vincent asked innocently, "Mommy, what are thieves?" Larissa explained, "Thieves are people who snatch away things that belong to someone else. They're all bad people—especially that old hag in the middle with white hair." Vincent nodded. He said, "So does that mean this is the thieves' hideout? We're here to serve justice!" "That's right. You're so clever, Vince!" Abigail was furious. "Who are you people? How dare you trespass on the Tuffin residence? Guards, take them away!"

Her sacrifice became a rallying point, a symbol of the fierce love and loyalty that defined our family. As the rebels closed in on Thor, a sudden commotion erupted from the chaos. A figure emerged, cloaked in shadows, moving with a grace and skill that caught everyone off guard. This rebel was different, his eyes carrying a mix of regret and resolve. With swift movements, he fended off the attackers, creating a path for Thor and me to escape.

"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!"

He has always been my voice of reason. He is also the reason that we joined the Thieve's Guild recently. He knew that with us stealing just enough to survive we would eventually get caught. If we were to join the Guild though, they would protect us. They would help us thrive and we would not have to constantly try avoiding their attention in the streets. If you can't beat them, join them right?