The Great Thief Novels & Stories

Thieves came in many different forms. Captain Barrington Braxton stepped to the side of his tent by the crates in the marketplace and folded his arms, his gaze zeroing in on the pretty little thief not far from him. He smoothed his finger and thumb along his mustache and beard as he arched an eyebrow in critical assessment of the thief. In his line of work, he knew the lovely crooks were the most dangerous. The girl was slim, and dressed in the plain brown rags the ruffians wore here in Selcuk, Turkey. Innocence was the expression on her face as she watched his shop.

Something told me this girl knew what she was doing, and she wasn't going to stop the until she'd finally broken me down. As if her cheating and lying weren't a sledgehammer enough. "So what do you plan to do?" I paused my rapid typing and thinned my eyes at the odd numbers on the screen of my monitor, heat rolling up my spine when the numbers failed to coincide. Just another person to die at the hands of the Cattanios, and this time, a thief who thought he'd get away with cooking books and stealing half a million from a mega sale of desomorphine, or better known as Krokodil.

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?

The first thief laughed, “How about we have some fun, huh? Will your mama beg me to pay your dowries?” “To hell with you,” Jide screamed and tried to struggle but the third thief wrestled him to the ground and started to undress him. “I think she is a slave,” The third thief panted amid the struggle. “A pretty slave,” “No,” The second thief shook his head and spread Jide’s legs. “There are no markings. She must be a little princess. A nice little princess. I have never had one before. Let’s see how royal miscreants taste.” His laughter echoed through the afternoon trees as he laid on Jide. But the glee didn’t last, the thief pinning Jide to the ground had lost his grip, and seizing the oppor

So what was that person's purpose, Jennifer could assert, whatever the purpose, it was not very good. Jennifer hid to the side and watched him move. He seemed to have prepared well, breaking the key to enter a room. Jennifer had never set foot in this area, so she didn't know what the thief was doing in this room. She wanted to inform someone but didn't know how, he had a gun in his hand, if he accidentally attacked her, she would surely die. Jennifer continued to follow the thief step by step, he acted very quickly. Jennifer saw him open a mirror then take all the gems inside and put them in his pocket after he put something inside. The thief left as if nothing had happened. Jennifer bit he

How dare he? I knew Mr De Luca had always been a selfish bastard. After all, he practically sold Caterina to Alessandro just so he could pay his debt. What I did not expect was that he would conspire with Alessandro to kidnap his own daughter just so he could have access to her penthouse and her money.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

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.

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.