Santa Thief Novels & Stories

I put my hand over hers. My mouth opened and closed again. "Hey, that can't be your kid. That kid looks like atleast six if not nine. Aren't three years old suppose to be toddlers or something. Unless she cheated on-" The Santa weird guy cut himself off because of the sharp glare he received. I could see some gears turning in his head as he spoke again. "But then again if it is your kid we are talking about I won't even be surprised if the kid was born with a height considered good for a six year old." He shrugged.

For a long while no one answers until suddenly the door opens and a small boy with green eyes and long blond hair appears. "Who are you?" "Theo Heiden, nice to meet you... is your sister home?" I ask, the little boy shakes his head, "Your father?" He shakes his head again. "Come in," he says, opening the door fully for me. I freeze for a moment, but then step inside, shaking my head again. The Thief should be more careful with her siblings, they have no sense of preservation, "Are you my sister's boyfriend?" "No, I'm just... her friend," I mutter, not wanting to say that we're not really anything and I'm just here to get back what she stole from me. I approach to walk over to the couch where

A man stood on her front porch railing… A big man… So tall she couldn’t see his head or shoulders as he reached for something on the roof. She edged closer to the fireplace and the brass poker resting against the wall. She might be alone, but she wasn’t helpless. Starlight gripped the poker and made her way closer to the window. Well, the man wasn’t armed, he had no weapon... He had a large coil of Christmas lights hanging around his shoulder. A thief hanging Christmas lights? She didn’t drop the poker, but her hit-first-ask questions-later instinct wavered.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

She sighed, silencing me. “We don’t know what the saints have planned for us, Fynn.” She looked at the gate and we both saw a tall thin figure step out. “I don’t have much time. My father is coming.” When her eyes looked at me I could see the confusion, and I didn’t know what to tell her. It was clear that my wolf was not going to allow me to reject her.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

Anna As I held the ID in my hand, I began to experience doubt about my decision to sell the jacket. I have never had a predisposition towards theft; the notion of taking things that don't belong to me has never once crossed my mind. The decision to sell the jacket was a product of sheer desperation. With a heavy heart, I looked at the ID card once more and let out a sigh. Dante Williams is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation extends far beyond the confines of New York City.

"Santiago thinks the boy is connected to the Romanov Star. He thinks he was sent to infiltrate the den and steal it." For a moment, the words didn't register. I knew the Star—the sapphire monstrosity we took from Caruso’s vault. Alejandro was the one guarding it because he was the 'stable' one. But the idea of Victor being a thief? I burst out laughing. "You think a dancer from a Vegas club is a high-level relic thief? Do you have a single shred of proof?" Alejandro turned, his eyes flashing. "I’m not the only one who smells it. Santiago is convinced. He thinks the boy is a Dragunov asset."

"You know, I'm a kind person, but that's just for people who are kind too. And I think that you're not a good one, right? Because you're a gangster! LIKE THE GANGSTER WHO TOOK THE LIFE OF MY FATHER! AND I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU ALL. I HATE GANGSTERS!" She... She hates gangsters…What should I do?