The Book Thieves Review Novels & Stories

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin. This should disgust me, he thought. But his hands were already opening the book. The first page bore a warning in faded ink: "Beware the bond that cannot be broken, for it will remake both hunter and hunted." Nathan's pulse hammered in his throat. He shouldn't be here. He should— A floorboard creaked upstairs. Nathan snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. Decision made. He'd steal it if he had to. Whatever this was, he needed to know.

Just enough room existed for me to fly straight up and back down to get to my special items. I had a big stack of books I kept right next to my bed. Gera usually found them on the side of the road, sometimes left outside the door of the library, not properly tucked into the slots. Some of them were so old and battered the words were barely visible, but I kept them anyway. Beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say. I liked to think that one day I would bring back the books that were still nice enough for the library, and buy some of my own. I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts.

All seven guards had arrived at the scene, wearing very long faces. "How did she get her hands on this book?" The other one asked before turning to me. "You're a thief, aren't you?" "Thief? No, not at all, " I answered, quite surprised that they'll think that of me. I had never stolen anything all my life and I didn't plan to do so. Sadly, they didn't know me. All they could see was a lowly peasant who would do anything to survive. "Liar!"

he answered and returned back to reading the contents as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Elaina joined him too, sitting by his side and he continued translating what every line said: “Goddess of fire, who first breathed heat into stone, Sharpen our fangs and temper our wings. Let your fire burn fear from our hearts, And turn our enemies to ash before your light” After sometime, Drake paused when a thought struck him and he turned to Elaina and said, “Elaina, I think this book was stolen from your mother's possession” Elaina was perplexed and couldn't resist asking, “You think so? What made you draw such a conclusion?”

He threw it down with a sigh, his face desolate. My eyes sharpened as I stared at the book. "Wait.What is that book?" "It was in the living room library. There was no name in it as well. It is useless just like all of them." I shook my head, and Mateo quickly grabbed it back. The title was familiar, the hard leather under my fingers were familiar. I stared at the book, my heart thundering. My fingers trembled as I opened the book. Of course, there was no name, as I knew.

“But think carefully, Ethan. If I’d wanted to distract you specifically to enable this theft, wouldn’t I have simply continued speaking with you longer, rather than providing information that clearly concerns you enough to want independent verification?” The logic gave me pause despite everything, though uncertainty remained heavy in my chest given how many times we had already been deceived and manipulated throughout this exhausting series of crises. “We need to get back to the pack hall immediately,” I said, urgency overriding continued debate about Diane’s true intentions. “Whether this was coordinated with her appearance or purely coincidental, we need to understand exactly what’s happen

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

I whispered to myself still peeping. After observing for a while I slipped back to my room completely shocked by the discovery. “Not only has he tightened his security, he put cameras everywhere and now he's the only one who can open the vault door with his fingerprint!!!” I exclaimed as I pulled out my tool box. I stared at the box and the sweet tingling sensation of joy rose in my heart. I miss being silent Mira and that box is the closest to what I can describe as love. That box has been on hundreds of heists with me and we've pulled it all successfully until the last that sent me to jail and also brought me back here.

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.