Novel & Cerita Thief

Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time. [Tristan lost everything he got from pawning the locket and bangle!] [He's on a losing streak—he'll never dig himself out of this hole!] [Now he's in debt to the casino for millions!] In the end, with no way to pay, the casino sold him to a scam compound in a foreign country called Melaynmere. With his legs crippled, Tristan was forced to use his hands to run phishing schemes. His very first target was me. "Honey, I've hit the jackpot! Let me buy you a ticket. Come join me, and we can live in luxury together!"

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.

"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."

When Ethan saw me, he guiltily looked away. "Are you Nora?" The officer showed me his badge. "Someone reported that you stole company secrets and misappropriated company funds. Please cooperate with our investigation." With that, he showed me a record of a bank transfer. "Take a look. Is this account yours?" I took the photo. I then realized the amount was exactly the same as the money Ethan had transferred to me a while ago. Only then did I finally understand his real intention. "Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him?

The gem must be in there. I can't let him escape. But how? Keeping my movements silent, I snatch a heavy stone from the ground outside the patio. As the thief reaches the top of the wall, I hurl the stone with precision. It sails through the air, a dark projectile against the pale moonlight. The sudden noise startles the thief, and he glances down in the split second before the stone connects with a sickening thud. It catches him square on the shoulder, sending him sprawling back against the wall with a yelp of pain. The ladder topples over with a clatter, and the thief tumbles onto the hard groun

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

I softly hit him before laughing a bit. "By the way, it was good that you stop biting your nails." He was still trapping me around his arms before I tapped his back to tell him to let go of me for him to see my fingernails that I just a bit while waiting for him. I saw how his lips lift in each corner. "You never changed. You are still the girl I courted many years ago. The only girl who stole this stup*d heart of mine, this heart that has been stolen by the perfect thief."

"Thief!" shouted Olivia. Olivia saw the thief take her bag containing her cell phone and wallet. Without thinking, she immediately ran after the thief, shouting, "Thief! Please catch the thief!" However, it seemed that no one was alert enough to help Olivia. Sweat began to soak Olivia's body, and her breathing was labored. The distance between her and the thief increased, especially when the thief managed to get on the motorcycle, which was already ready to move. Olivia a

Having just witnessed Adrian's strength and bravery, he was naturally terrified. As there was no response, Adrian kicked open the courtyard door. The thief who was hiding behind the door was immediately struck. He involuntarily let out a miserable scream. Adrian pulled the thief out from behind the door. The latter looked frail, lacking muscles, and had sunken eyes. "What were you here to steal?" he questioned. "I..." The thief hesitated, then chose silence, hoping Adrian would not press further and would release him. He could not suppress his emotions and tears started streaming down his face.

As I walked around the village, enjoying my little freedom, I came across a bunch of kids playing one of my favorite games. Catch the thief. Grinning, I rushed towards them. "Who will be the thief?" A boy with green eyes and curly brown hair asked. The kids all shared a look amongst themselves, no one willing to be the thief. "Camie, you be the thief," the boy pointed at girl with pigtails and she frowned. "No Denver, I refuse to the thief. Let Coby be the thief," she huffed, looking away. "I'm not inte