The Great Thief Novels & Stories

Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parked his car. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and gazed at him with surprise. "Do I know you?" Rita asks, even though she is intoxicated she still recollects everything that ensued at the bar. But what makes her surprised is why a total stranger would offer to help her when

Ring... Ring... Ring... That was my alarm. Arrrgghhh! Still sleepy but must go to university because of my last semester's final exam. I needed to pass so I could finish college and make Chadrick proud of me. He’s my greatest inspiration, my deepest why, and My Knight!.

We agreed to meet at the counter. While I’m choosing different styles of book, I frowned because of the prices. Too expensive. But I can’t go to school without these, so I gotta pick one. And when I was done picking, my attention was caught to the commotion outside, some girls are shouting. So I looked at the glass wall to see what they’re up to. And what I saw are five men riding the escalator down. Then my eyes glued to one of them, because ... That ... That guy... Is the one who stole my panty!

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

“I do. I really do.” “What would Stefan have to gain from stealing your pendant. If all he cares about is going on a quest, don’t you think he would want the quest item with his escort? No, that is called failing the quest. Not really a ‘hero's’ greatest moment. Plus, has he shown any interest in it beyond explaining what the werecats wanted?” She shook her head. “So then Mr. Oliver and Evander were working together? Evander was betraying Stefan. But for what?”

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

The silk sheets mended on my body, like a warm marshmallow, my breath felt better, I twirled in my sleep when I tried to move my hand I could not, that’s when my eyes snapped open, and I came into realization of what could be happening. The nightmare, it’s not a nightmare, it’s my new reality, one that I may never be able to escape from I am the prisoner of Liam Moretti, the mafia king, the Lord to all wrongdoings and it terrified me

~Celine's POV~ Since the Dinner with Grandpa, I haven't slept peacefully. So when the clock in the hallway struck two, I stopped pretending. I changed into something that wouldn't catch light in the hallways, stole the master key from Mrs. Hargrove's kitchen drawer, and went hunting for ghosts in the locked cabinets three floors down. "By 3 a.m., a confidential ledger burned against my palms." Rain lashed the windows, the Thornhart estate creaking around me like a ship in a storm. The shipping records were finally starting to speak and what they said made my blood run cold.

Why was she terrorizing them So much? With Judy on the police team he still didn’t understand how they couldn’t have got even a clue as to who the fancy thief is. "Reed, There had been a theft case!” Judy announces as she walked into the office "Theft? At where?” He asked as he looked up into her blue eyes "National assembly headquarters!” Judy says and he raised his eyebrows “Please tell me it wasn’t the fancy thief that stole it..” He pleaded and she chuckled, taking a seat

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.