The Great Thief Novels & Stories

He wanted to find the woman so badly, he was always harassing him. Richard sneered and held the guys chin so tightly that he began to groan in pain again. “Tell me .Are you the one who stole the expensive wrist watch?” “I swear I am just a simple thief I didn’t even know that the watch was that expensive and when certain big guys started threatening my life I had to dump it somewhere and that was why I left it at the scene. I didn’t want it anymore and I was done running around scared of what might happen to me because of that damn watch.

My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night-dark sea. ¨DAnne McCaffrey,?Dragonsong Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad. I've committed a crime, and now I'm on the run with a jewel thief. The thought kept racing through Piper's mind in an endless loop. Somehow this man had convinced her to help him steal the Cheapside hoard. All of it. How the hell had he done that? He just looked into my eyes, and I went all gooey.

What do you think of our thieves' guild's influence in Dominaria City? With Olivia's magic, the murderer had nowhere to hide and confessed everything. It turned out that he was a third-level thief hired to steal a treasure map from the nobleman's second son. He didn't expect to find it after searching the entire house, so he had no choice but to interrogate the hostess at home. After receiving the treasure map, he must have killed her to silence her. After receiving Olivia's report, Christian just didn't take it seriously. All kinds of treasure maps appear on the mainland every year, and this is a common tactic used by some scammers.

he demanded. “I ran away, I wouldn’t say run more like snuck away cause they were about to sell me to some disgusting abusive old rich man so I got into the trunk of your car and hid here till we arrived in this unusual place,” I explained. “I’m surprised none of you noticed, I could have robbed you, you know?” “So you’re a thief?” Gerald asked. “No, I am not a thief, you’re the thief” I retorted. “She is a thief,” the shop owner who was still being pushed back by the guards said.

The room fell silent once more, save for the thief's labored breathing. Adonis stood tall, his voice ringing with authority. "Your reign of thievery ends here. The palace shall not tolerate such transgressions. You will face the consequences of your actions." The thief, now defeated and resigned, could only muster a faint nod. The reality of his capture sank in, his once confident facade shattered. As Robin and Adonis led the thief away, their victory was celebrated in the hushed whispers of the palace walls. The stores would remain secure, and their reputation as guardians would be strengthened.

Beautiful iridescent murals covered the walls, and the nearly unlimited power sources available to the society meant that being underground never meant feeling as if you were in a cave. Well. . . Rarely. For about an hour, Jacquard had been tracking the thief who narrowly escaped. The thief left with a book. He did not know the title but he felt it will definitely be one of the ancient books. He went straight to the shelf as if it was pointed to him. He felt unrest. After the whole thing, still, none of the guards showed up. It was as if they had been informed not to interfere. He felt so confused. Why did the guards not come to his aid even when they heard those deafening noises from inside

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

"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.

"You’ve got the wrong guy." Darius exhaled, slow and deep. Then— "You are a thief," he said, his voice low as it rang through the chamber, sending a shiver down my spine. "And worse, you stole from me." The room felt too quiet, the air too thin. I wet my lips. "Stealing is a strong word," I hedged. "I like to think of it as… redistributing wealth." No response. Not even a shift of posture. Alright. Time to lay it on thick.

"What business idea again? I'm sure you have not forgotten we almost got caught." "But we didn't, right?" I retorted, dropping the empty cup on the side table and also fixing my eyes on my father. Let me fill you in on what happened after we had successfully scammed the visitor. What was his name... Liam. Yes, the tenant Father and I managed to rip a reasonable amount of money from. I don't know how he managed to find out so fast.