Novel & Cerita Santa Thief

“Name’s Ferald. You’re new around here, aren’t you?” He smiled, teeth stained slightly, eyes drunk with mischief. “Got a body on you. You dance?” I stepped back instinctively, shaking my head. He didn’t seem offended. “You got that cold fire. I like that.” Wrong time. I turned away, trying to get back to the hallway without drawing more attention. Wait! What? The guy named Santiago had stolen the goods Antonioni and his men are looking for. I couldn't wait to deliver the good news to him. He'd be so relieved.

I could not control my anger this time. "Bro, chill. Take it easy. She is still on your side." I heard Orion teasing him while we were making our way to enter in their main door. "You guys should eat first." Miss Linda gave us the sandwiches as we got into their living room. "Thank you, Miss Linda!" I took the tray and helped her to put it on the table. "There you are again!" Sani excitedly ran and hugged Kolten as she saw us entering. She was giggling. She was Orion's younger sister. She was so smart and a very talented girl.

he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he walked away. I stared at him for a few seconds before I started walking around. I stopped when a picture of a woman caught my eyes. Must be more of his ancestors. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I turned to look at a girl. She looked young. Around eighteen, maybe. “I am Thalia. Thalia Red from the clan Red thunder” “Hi.” “No. You can’t barge out of nowhere and steal what is mine.” “What are you talking about, kid?” “Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.”

The closer that he gets, the faster I will see my head chopped off. The seamstress comes up to me and starts to measure me as my mind is awhirl with everything that is going on. How did I get here? One minute, I was stealing the Crown from the Castle, the next, I am in a clothing store, flirting with the Prince that I stole from, planning to rescue Hunt from being tortured.

Fabe slapped him, “You tell me what I need to know and I will let you go.” “Screw you!” “You want to do this the hard way, huh?” Fabe took a nail and buried it in the thief’s legs. Attaching it to a cable and welding machine. She the machine on and the thief scream as the electricity flowed in his body. “This guy, where is he?” Fabe flash Bryce’s photo on his face, but the thief answered with a curse. Fabe turn the machine on for a few second and the thief convulse shortly. “Are you ready to talk?”

Mike Green. She mentally slapped herself and looked back down as she felt fresh tears stream out of her eyes for the umpteenth time that night. Of all the rich American bastards that existed in the city, Kal couldn't come up with anyone to take a heist on. But no, his stupid ass had to pick the wealthiest English man in probably the whole of America. She'd seen him in a magazine Mr Anderson bought and left on the counter at her coffee shop. Right now she could only attempt to wish that he would spare her. "How did you little twat think that you could beat my security? Did you assume that it was safe to come here because it's night?" He questioned, cocking a brow as he did.

She yelled. "Shut the fuck up woman. You work for the enemy. You stole from me. ME. Ace fucking De Santis. You prepared your death certificate the moment you told that dude to steal my stuffs AND you signed it the second you ordered me to do something and sealed it when you called Alexia Bitch." I said coldly. "How sweet of you to include me." Alexia whispered to me. I turned to look at her, staring at this beautiful goddess. She is perfect, extremely beautiful.

Said Mika. Meanwhile… The thief had just woken up, still chained in the basement of the Safehouse. “Where am I?” asked the thief, shaking himself from his chains. Wet, from the water Katleho had poured on him. “In hell! but if you coroperate, you might survive and go to heaven instead, well that is if you will have a place there.” Mika said. Looking down at the thief. “Tell us thief. Who are you and why were you trying to steal the baby?” Katleho asked.

"Rotted meat." Ice floods my veins. The same decay-smell from Jax's attacker. Lyla's clawed fingers dig into my biceps. "Is it here?” My arms tighten around her. “No.” Not now, anyway. And it isn’t Ethan. Whatever is hunting is is far more dangerous. And far more cunning. Outside, the first snow begins to fall.

“Yes, they are.” “It’s perfect timing,” Caterina said, looking proud and wry at the significance of her gift, “that you’re here, Killian, because you and Sera are the last ones on Santa’s list.” “Ho ho ho,” Tommaso said from where he sat by the tree. I barked a laugh and sat on the floor against the couch between Sera’s legs. She rested her hand on my shoulder. “That’s a new sight.” Tommaso handed a box to Dustin, who gave it to Sera. “Merry Christmas, sis.”