Their Thief Redemption Mga Nobela at Kwento

Derren is a sociopath who did everything he could to break me. I force myself to look at him. “If you make an alliance with assholes, I guess you should expect to get stabbed in the back. The Redmaw soldiers who were hunting me, I overheard them talking. Ashgrave promised to send their best warriors to help Redmaw in a war against Blackthorn. If I was returned to them.” His wolf reacts before he does. I feel it, a snarl rumbling under my skin through the bond. His grip on my waist tightens to the point of bruising. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this?”

He stepped forward, reaching to pull me into his arms, but I recoiled in disgust, slipping out of his grasp. Perhaps my rejection was too blunt, his face twisted with pain. There was even a trace of grievance in his eyes as he muttered, “But you said you were just traveling. That once your trip was over, you had come back to me.” I shot back, “I only said that because I knew if I hadn’t, you would’ve dragged me back that very night.” His fists clenched tight and his eyes rimmed red. His voice rasped, “But you swore you would never lie to me. How can you go back on your word, Nadine?”

I breathed lastly, standing directly over his head, not a single ounce of remorse running through my veins. I entirely tuned out his frantic, pathetic wails. My wolf turned his head slightly, glancing back at the rogue warriors who were now standing at the edge of the structure, watching us in absolute horror. I wanted them all to see the end of the one they had put their trust in—the one who had ruined their lives and still had the audacity to use them as shields. My wolf whipped back around, and in one swift, crushing motion, brought his jaws down on Manuel's head. The final cracking of bone silenced the room completely.

“And there’s my other option, he was making this repetitive motion of cleaning his nails then massaging his imaginary back pocket. I guess his job is to be one of the lookouts.“ I stood getting tired of sitting. “So, tell me who should I pick.” “It depends if you could also tell who’s the better fighter between the two of them.” I nodded, “Okay, I get it. But that’s irrelevant in my way of choosing. However, to enlighten you, the thief is the better fighter. He’s an ex-military official, look closely at his stance and that small burnt mark on his hand and how his thumb hangs broken to the side. He got it from torture, specifically from an MI6 operative.” “Then choose him.”

A way to stop feeling like a spark that could burn me alive at any second. But I didn’t know it would come with a choice like this. A choice to die. I swallowed hard. “What are the redemption rights? To be in the Cidron’s good graces, I mean.” Caelora hesitated. “Well... you’re the Aether. That’s a plus.” “Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I’m the Aether because my kin stole it and fused it into our blood. That’s a crime, not a credential. I don’t think she’ll see that as a charming backstory.”

he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead before he walked away. I stared at him for a few seconds before I started walking around. I stopped when a picture of a woman caught my eyes. Must be more of his ancestors. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” I turned to look at a girl. She looked young. Around eighteen, maybe. “I am Thalia. Thalia Red from the clan Red thunder” “Hi.” “No. You can’t barge out of nowhere and steal what is mine.” “What are you talking about, kid?” “Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.”

Red, the leader of the Darkrose gang, and two of his gang members. "It took a lot for me to bring these things," A feminine voice spoke as she opened a rusted suitcase that was embedded with different types of guns and mini bombs. "Also, our trap has become a success; Thierry will be sent out of the base, which will make us strike easily. I will also do my best to make sure he doesn't return till the whole plan has been carried out." She added. "That's very good; I'm so pleased, and also make sure to cut every connection so that they will not be able to reach him," Mr. Red pronounced, and his subordinate nodded in agreement.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

he growled with rage filled eyes, old man tried to interfere and plead him, Draco , Jasmine both didn’t bother to interfere as they both were willing to do same with him. “Yo..” Red haired man tried to speak but nothing came out from his mouth, thief was about to choke and kill him right on spot when “WAIT…..” a loud voice was heard, all turned and saw Draco “Leave him…” Draco added with stern eyes. Jasmine POV: Thief was hesitated but he let go red haired man, red haired man kneeled down and started panting for air, once he was done composing himself, thief pulled him up by his collar and said “So we were right, your family is the behind all missing people in town”

Lior snarls at him. I had assumed that he is smarter than most men. That doesn't seem to be case. You do not reveal your plan to kill a person long before you get a chance to do it. "My parents taught me that everyone deserves a chance at redemption. You shall see just how helpful I will be to the angel kings," Thumas calmly claims. Lior snorts and looks away. I remember that the traitor had also told us about witch's traps earlier but we haven't spotted any. This is the reason we really need a Sincarion.