Santa Thief Mga Nobela at Kwento

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

“What the hell? Austin shouted while watching the person, who was running with his phone. “My phone, dude! He muttered and turned back, looking at the sandal flying in the air with wide eyes. “JEN MOMMY!” Anna muttered while looking at Jenny. Oh yes, she just threw the sandal towards the thief. “Aaahhhh!” The thief shouted as soon as the sandal smacked against his back, making him fall. Austin looked at her flying sandal with wide eyes. He was like, What the hell happened? “Insane!” Ryan’s jaw dropped in shock. “You bastard!” Jenny stepped while running towards the thief and damn she is so fast. “Jenny, what are you doing? Come back! Austin shouted while pressing his forehead with his thumb.

"I think I know him!" As both Frank and Meg wheeled on her, she threw her hands up. "I mean, I'm not sure if it's him. So, there's this rumor that a burglar has been genetically altered just like us, and he gained the ability to airwalk like no one has ever seen before. "They call him the King of Thieves—he can steal whatever he wants to, and he's also said to be very young. He always appears fashionable, just like the kid in that photo."

The Stan were angry as they still wonders how he did it, that’s why they became rivals and kept sending men to spy on him to know how he manage to still deliver even tho the process became strict. “Boss, his name is sainthiago, but they call him saint, he’s an ex Mexican military officer, he left after his wife was killed at the barracks. He came to the United state through the Stan four years ago and join their spy group. He wasn’t the only one, the three others ran away.” Daniel said to Aaron who nod as he squat at the front of the man that was beaten and tied to a chair with wire. “What was your mission?” Aaron asked for the guy to raise his head up. He has been hearing the name Stranger,

Santiago muttered. Santiago hates three kinds of people 'Thieves, liars and double-crossers.' the scumbag who has been stealing from him just signed himself a death warrant.

I move with a grace that is too fluid for a human, my long strides eating up the pavement as I slip into the labyrinth of alleys, my expensive Italian leather shoes making no sound on the cracked asphalt as I stay hidden while following Santa. Santa. What a lovely name. Just the thought of her name brings a smile to her face. When she smiles, her name suits her perfectly. Following her scent, I catch up quickly. She is a small, hooded figure that is moving with a frantic, bird-like speed. Every few yards,s he pauses, her head tilting as if her ears are straining for the sound of something.

“Santiago, I need information on Saint.” “Yes, sir. I was able to recover more information about him. He is from America. He joined the army at fifteen; he was the sniper, the best sniper the army ever had. This would mean if he wanted you dead. You would be dead. At twenty-one, he worked for the CIA; he was their finest, then at twenty-five, he left. Two years later, he went to prison for killing an innocent man with his bare hands; he served fifteen years and got early parole. They call him a saint cause he chose every step of his life, meaning that he wanted to go to prison; every step in his life has been perfectly calculated. I checked for track records of Mr. Morningstar dealing with h

Only one person had ever called me that. Could it be him???? Ice slid down my spine. I tore the envelope open with shaking fingers, unfolded the single sheet inside, and read: Little Thief, You have five hours to return every damn thing you removed from my mansion at 47 Hawthorne Lane. If the items are not restored (undamaged and in full) prepare to face the consequences of your actions. Regards, Leonardo Blackwood.

The man yelped, tripping and dropping the bag, while Sebastian and Nyra charged. Sebastian grabbed him by the collar. “Explain yourself!” The man stammered, “I… I… thought… Christmas heist…” Nyra’s eyebrow arched. “You thought?” Noelle, meanwhile, began rearranging the ornaments from the bag. “You can’t steal from Snowtopia,” she scolded. “Santa’s watching!” Sebastian blinked. “…Santa is not watching.” “No!” Noelle said firmly. “I’m watching. And I say… freeze!”