Romans & histoires Rebel Thief Who Stole The People

She gave me one of her nasty looks which always made my hand itch for blood. "I heard you have a habit of stealing,"\s"I might,"\s"Nuessa," I growled at her, "I don't know if you realize this or not but you're nothing but a liability to me. It's very easy for me to get rid of you if you don't follow my rules," "I didn't come here on my own. I was brought here to protect you in return for nothing. I'd been sleeping under the sky, eating shit, and trying to survive. Yo-"

Rebel's point of view: The first thing that came to my mind was to gather all I need. And of course, I need nothing more than money to get to New Orleans. Lither already told me that he sent Peter and my sister to New Orleans since it was their wish. I'm not a thief, but I need money for now. The first thing I did was gather all the jewelry, gold, and diamonds that you have in my room. I put it all in his backpack alongside some pairs of jeans and t-shirts, then I tried to go out without anyone noticing me.

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

But I made sure Dione was here in a way. Darius takes his wooden necklace off his neck and puts its other end over my head. Inside its middle, a part of the stolen jewel from the Carter pack. We had decided not to put it back. I've broken it into 2 parts and burried the other next to Dione's grave. And I kept the other inside this necklace. Darius knows about this part, but only me and Dione will know about the second one. I guess I will be telling the story to the generations to come after all. And I'll make sure to mention the rebel boy who once stole my heart. But my heart finally sailed into another port and allowed itself to anchor. I hope, once and for all. My havoc days might have die

" Why would you do it though? I know I haven't known you long enough but to me, you seem to be a very nice and mannered man. I don't see you being the person that was mentioned as the thief of the little girl when we were asked to help in the search. I remember thinking that whoever did this was someone cruel and if I would meet such a person that I would run for my life because what would stop such a person from just ending my life if they were capable of stealing a little girl." "I had absolutely no choice. It was not only the fact that I was being blackmailed by the rebellion but also the fact that if it wasn't me then it would have been someone else and they might not have been as nice

“It’s just like with the Grey Wolf warriors. Where these raids lead us never ceases to amaze me.” Rebel tipped back his Stetson as he climbed into the truck. Considering she’d spent her whole life on that godforsaken ranch and the last raid she’d participated in with the Grey Wolves had led to her being locked in a cell beside him of all unsavory people—a situation which by proxy had led to all this—he had no doubt about that.

"Little thief!" Alexander muttered under his breath. He watched as the culprit darted back to scavenge in the evacuated area. It was safe for the time being, but profiting off his own people during a crisis felt dishonorable. Nevertheless, Alexander followed the thief, determined not to lose this vital clue. As the thief gleefully filled his suitcases with stolen goods and dashed away, he felt invincible in his deception. After the thief stashed away his ill-gotten gains in a cave, he dove into the lake, seemingly vanishing into thin air.

“Can you imagine what they did? They gutted the males and females but kidnapped the children. Who knows what they’re going to use them to do? I heard rumours that they were going to use them as ransom or train them to be suicide bombers. Those rebels are just sissies and cowards for kidnapping those children. And I thought what they did the last time was bad. They—” ‘But you said the rebels aren’t bad, Eleanor. You said the parliamentarians are the villains. How can I trust you when I’m hearing news like this?’ Layla thought, drowning out Nyssa’s voice. She imagined Eleanor standing before her, ready to answer all her questions. Ready to tell her that it was all a lie. But it was all in her

Moments passed and people passed by her, shook their heads pitifully then dropped dollar notes and coins in her outstretched hands with Red shaking her head and smiling inwardly. This new venture of mine is really good, She thought has the sound of notes and coins dropping sounded like music to her ears. When she got to the abandoned alley where she slept, she brought out the money and counted it excitedly. Red realised four hundred dollars and she almost leapt for joy. She was definitely going to continue with this one. She continued her falsely handicapped ventures and limited her pick pocketing but not stopping it completely. She just had a thing for petty theft, for taking things that di

Every swing she made was heavier and faster than the previous ones. She just did not like the way they resolved the revolt of the villagers. Killing them, even the weak ones, was just so low and unacceptable. Plus, the problem was not in the villagers themselves but it was rooted in the corrupt ministers who thought of nothing but themselves and fulfilled their greed while those who shed sweat every day were starving.