Thief Novels & Stories

he whispers, as he pulls me into his chest. But am I like that? My mind races over the multiple things I’ve stolen since I got here. One thing in particular which does bring me guilt. Granted I’ve never killed anyone but taking their food, taking their money, is that any different?

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

“Yes, we have a case open with the police already. She’s been being stalked for over a month now and all you have told us is to stay safe and be cautious, but you couldn’t prove who we know it was and because there was no direct threat you couldn’t help us.” My blood was starting to boil, and I was getting angry with him. “So, you know who may have done this to Miss Clarke?” “Yes, her best friend's brother, Dan Smithe. He’s the one who’s been stalking her, but you couldn’t prove it.” “And how do you know it was him?” “Where is Leila?” I snapped. “We don’t know Mr. Thorn. I am trying to gather as much evidence as possible to locate her as quickly as possible.”

"What?" "You heard me," the thief growled, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl. "Take it off. Every bit of it. Let’s see if you’re a statue, or if your husband is just a liar."

Looking from the man to the door, Reena knew her mission was almost finished, now all she had to do was keep the man standing between her and her freedom intrigued enough to let her slip through his fingers. “Me?” Reena asked with a provocative little smirk, “Well I am a Thief.” The man she had come to know as Mason widened his eyes in what looked like a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and Reena inched ever closer to the door. She had figured out the man she met downstairs to be Caelan Thorne, the younger Thorne brother. “Well well, a beautiful woman in a red dress that simply begs to be fucked in claiming to be a thief.” M

He had no sensation in his left leg and no ability to hold himself upright. As he began to fall, he grabbed wildly at the nearest bookshelf. For a moment, he thought it would support his weight. But the shelf began to teeter. With a crash Jacquard fell to the floor, the shelf smashing down on top of him. He fell just far enough into the aisle to spot the retreating figure of the thief. He was relieved to see it was a real flesh and blood person and not a cartoon or a demon. But other than that, he could not make any features. The thief was dressed in baggy white clothes that revealed nothing of the person underneath. He could no

~Rose~ What the hell do I do? I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow. ”I think I should-” ”No.” ”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer.

"I think I know him!" As both Frank and Meg wheeled on her, she threw her hands up. "I mean, I'm not sure if it's him. So, there's this rumor that a burglar has been genetically altered just like us, and he gained the ability to airwalk like no one has ever seen before. "They call him the King of Thieves—he can steal whatever he wants to, and he's also said to be very young. He always appears fashionable, just like the kid in that photo."

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.