The Stardust Thief Novels & Stories

“Holy shit! Don’t design the piece with a scratch. It took a while to successfully steal it.” I pick up the crest. “Sorry for—eehh!…You're a thief?” My eyes bug out. He presses a finger against his lips. “Don’t let them hear.” Stefan winks, and my jaw almost touches the floor. “Everyone has little secrets.” Secrets!? How can stealing be a secret? W—what am I doing with a thief? This can’t be happening. Relax, Milena. You don’t know the man from anywhere. Soon, you will part ways.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

I don’t know how Chris knows about it, but this ring surely attracts my iris eyes. Everyone around me divulged their wealth to claim the Pandora while I was here, trying to fight my temptation. Indeed, I can afford to buy it, but I love stealing the things I like than spending hundreds of bucks. I can’t stop myself from grinning. “Right. This will be the greatest underground auction in the City wherein a group of thieves ruined it.”

Her nails—claws—dig into my back as another climax rips through her, the pain-pleasure cocktail hurling me toward the edge. She licks her lips as I spill deep, eyes half-lidded. “You claimed me.” “Shit,” I whisper. She’s not mine to claim. And yet I did. I smell my scent on her. In her. Her fingernail traces a scar on my chest. “Your people will call it treason.” I capture her wandering hand, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “Let them.” High above, a red-tailed hawk screams. Somewhere beyond the ridge, Ethan Blackwood licks his wounds. Let him scheme. Let the council rage.

"Ms. Shaw, are none of your family seeing you off?" The staff member who came to pick me up glanced curiously at the villa behind me. The scoop about the legitimate and imposter daughters had become the talk of the town, and the man seemed to recognize me. He assumed the online rumors were exaggerated, but he now realized I had fallen so low. "No." Without saying anything else, I loaded my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the car. The sky erupted with breathtaking fireworks, their brilliant colors blending with drone displays. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Both pulled in opposite directions, and I was the rope in their war. The being in stardust robes—the one who had called me Guardian of the breach—appeared at the edge of the chasm like a nightmare stitched from constellations. Their crown glinted coldly, their eyes fathomless pits of silver. “Little storm,” they whispered, and their voice was the hush of galaxies dying. “Do you feel it? The tether breaking? The choice slipping from your grasp?” I spat blood on the ground and glared at them. “Not a—chance.”

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 said, spreading the vault map on the bed. “Here, here, here, here,and here” I marked out the camera point with an x sign on the map. “So to get in without being caught by the camera I need to operate with a cloak and make sure I pass through here and here”I said and marked those points too. “The only thing left right now is the fingerprint lock”. Only Raymond can open the vault. So stealing the diamond means i need Raymond’s fingerprint. “I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint”

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’. During this moment when everyone from the Suzaku clan had been at their wits’ end about yesterday’s matter, where they had been collectively been plundered, a certain little thief was returning from a rewarding journey. That certain little thief sat on top of that pile of stolen goods and was beaming with pleasure as she was listing down the harvest she had this time.