Santa Thief Novels & Stories

When Ethan saw me, he guiltily looked away. "Are you Nora?" The officer showed me his badge. "Someone reported that you stole company secrets and misappropriated company funds. Please cooperate with our investigation." With that, he showed me a record of a bank transfer. "Take a look. Is this account yours?" I took the photo. I then realized the amount was exactly the same as the money Ethan had transferred to me a while ago. Only then did I finally understand his real intention. "Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him?

"All she does every day is water flowers, wipe down a piano, and buy basic supplies. She does nothing useful. Gotti Group doesn't need dead weight like her! "Oh, wait. She doesn't even count as an employee! She's a cheap janitor. The bottle of wine she stole might be worth more than she is. We shouldn't keep a liability like that around." Elena kept throwing accusations at me in that piercing voice, while I quietly scanned the members of the Gotti family present. When a petty thief pulled a knife on us while stealing cargo, I was the one who stepped in and used my own body to protect both Rocco and the goods.

34 years old Luca Moretti, is the Santoro crime family’s most feared enforcer, he was tall, heavily muscled, covered in tattoos, with cold dark eyes and a reputation for making problems disappear quietly. He’s violent, dominant, and loyal only to the family. When a high-stakes witness threatens to bring down their empire, Luca is assigned to babysit the witness in a remote safehouse until the trial.

To Elenor, it felt like cold hands squeezing her chest from the inside. At the very front of the line, a black-eyed man stood with his hand gripping the hilt of a holy sword. His posture was rigid. His smile, cold. Latvan—the Sword of the Grand Temple—stared straight toward the terrace of the house, as if he had known all along where they were hiding. "Saintess, we are here to retrieve you." His voice resonated like a divine decree—not loud, yet seeping straight into the bone. "Repent and return to the embrace of the Lord. Leave that wretched monster before he destroys you further."

Well, at least Kenneth knows enough to keep the egg warm. I look around, trying to figure out how I’m going to get the egg out of the fire so I can get it out of here. “I knew you would come.” I spin around, not seeing anyone in the low light of the room. He steps out of the shadows. “No one wanted to believe me, but I know who and what you are, Skylar Hughes.” “And what am I, King Solomon?” I ask. “A thief. The worst kind of thief. A dragon thief,” he spits, slowly walking toward me.

“I saw her following me.” “See?” Sheels jumped and gave Hera a pat on the shoulder. “In theory, you could do so much more on your ability than just stealing a body. You can either copy their techniques, own their memories, and, most especially, be who they are. If I’m not mistaken, that is called Side-Thieving.” “What?” Sheels merely smiled. “And that’s what we’re going to work for this week, so,” she paused to ruffle Hera’s hair, “try to smarten up a bit. I don’t tolerate stupidity.”

‘My eldest Son, Santos, was stolen by the Druids while he was away at college. They trawl them, looking for young Shifters, then enchant them and force them to serve as their guards. They did this to my Santos, he was a peaceful boy, you understand?’ Killian nodded, wanting to hurry this man to his conclusion but knowing it would be useless; the man would get to his point eventually,

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’. During this moment when everyone from the Suzaku clan had been at their wits’ end about yesterday’s matter, where they had been collectively been plundered, a certain little thief was returning from a rewarding journey. That certain little thief sat on top of that pile of stolen goods and was beaming with pleasure as she was listing down the harvest she had this time.

“We’re closed, but we have some fixin’s in the kitchen. Can you keep Andy busy for me? I’ll make you a plate.” “A-Andy?” I look at the blonde-haired little boy. “I didn’t know you had children.” “It’s him! I fucking knew it!” Saint says triumphantly. “I was right.” “Right about what, Saint?” “It’s HIM. It’s the Wraith.” “What the fuck are you talking about? It’s a baby. Not a monster.”