The Great Thief Novels & Stories

When I finally asked her about it, she said, "I gave it to my cousin." It turned out that the watch was destined for Andrew from the start. "Why is he looking so guilty? He must have stolen it!" "Search his room!" Elyssa looked at me coldly. "Eddie Scott, you've been home all day today. Stop playing games and hand it over." "I didn't take it." Marie scurried over, looking far from pleased. "We're not accusing you of anything. We just want to know if you've seen the watch." "Yeah, Ed," Andrew said softly. "That watch is very expensive..."

Meanwhile, Monica calmly explained, “Eight hundred years ago we had a Heaven Cult’s follower who earned the title of First-Ranked Godly Thief during the Song Dynasty. He was gifted with a pair of skillful hands that enabled him to steal from anyone he pleased without being noticed.” At this moment, Darryl had already understood what the memoir was about. It was this thief’s memoir. According to Monica, this thief who was able to earn the title of Godly Thief must be very skilled. “What happened then?” Darryl was excited and wanted to know more. Monica poured herself a cup of tea. She continued after a sip. “He would get anything he set his eyes on. Back then, there was a famous incident when

“I didn’t k-know…I swear!” “Oh?” Draco’s smile was cruel as he looked at the boy. “An innocent mistake, was it?” “Y-yes!” Theodor was close to shitting his pants. He had never thought a simple theft could lead to such a huge deal. After all, the Mafia Boss had riches scattered all over his luxurious mansion estate in Queens. But this time…he had to take a very specific item from his Boss’s house. It had been done to earn the favor of the girl he had a thing for…the girl who was now going to be the cause of his death. Why did he suddenly feel like he had just walked into a trap without even realizing it? But now it was too late…

With lightning speed, she executed a powerful kick from behind, aimed at the thief's leg. The kick landed with precision, and the thief cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, paralyzed by the unexpected strike. The knife slipped from their hand, and they released their grip on Princess Velia. The guards, who had been waiting for an opportunity, rushed to her aid. Simultaneously, other guards apprehended the paralyzed thief. The guard gasped as they held the thief. "What is it?" Councilman Jarek asked. "This thief is a wanted criminal in most werewolf lands for a string of thefts and according to the receipts in his pockets he came to sell the stolen items."

Esther strode forward, grabbing the thief by the collar as the others followed, finally getting a good look at the intruder. It was a frail old man with a wrinkled face and a sheepish grin. "Hehehe, Dr. Wiles, what a surprise to see you here!" The old man chuckled, greeting everyone with a wave. Archibald Stevens, though outwardly calm, felt regretful. He should not have taken this job in the first place! However, he had to take the risk for his granddaughter, Bernadette Stevens, who was sick. Rustin was astonished to find Archibald and confronted him angrily, "You're Archibald Stevens, the King of Thieves!"

Now that the number one thief had both his legs severed, it was time for them to give up completely. Qin Haodong sent a photo of Great Cracker to Donnie Randall. Soon, the photo appeared on the websites of the underground forums. As expected, this move worked quickly. Half an hour later, the thieves near the Li family's villa all retreated. The entire area became tranquil once again. The top three thieves in the world had all been defeated. This caused the other thieves to completely give up on the idea of stealing. Even though they were good paintings, after all, one's life was still more important.

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

That was when a kidnapper slowly spoke, each word thick with an accent, "Hel-lo. No… need money. I… have a salary. Thank you." I was utterly dumbfounded. "You're such a polite kidnapper." "Thank you for the compliment." He solemnly nodded. "Can you understand me?" "I can," he replied and tugged at his collar. "I'm… half Crisean."

"He wrecked my hand and had me locked up for three months. I'd still be there if the guard hadn't slipped up." Old Fox cracked a smile. "So, you've seen the light? Ready to team up?" "I don't have much of a choice," I said, locking eyes with him. "However, I've got terms." "Let's hear them." "When this is over, I want a payout, and I want out of this life for good." He was quiet for a beat, then he nodded. "You've got a deal. I need you to infiltrate Gilbert's place and snag their security plans."

"I am not some random thief they hired out of nowhere to steal the crown. No. I am a part of this plan from the very beginning. In fact this started eight years ago, the day my mom died -- no, murdered -- and it was put into motion when I stole the Eye of Sabius five years ago." ----