Thief Novels & Stories

He's just bored. Does he want a game? Then, she'll fucking give him a good game. Ytsaneh gave him a sweet smile. "Sure, why not?" "Get in," her cousin said as he opened the door of his car. "Thank you," she smiled awkwardly and went into the car. Ytsaneh is 17 years old, Vito is one year older than him, "How was your day?" Vito asked her. Vito started the engine. "Great," she said.

Marco accepted his hand. "Sorry to bother you at this time,” Marco apologized. “Are you his brother?” he asked and acted like he didn't know anything. “No, I’m a family friend,” Chad responded. “Oh I see, how lucky Alle to have a very much concerned family friend," Marco looked at my way who was acting drunk on the couch. "I should send her home," Chadrick replied and Marco nodded right away. When Chadrick came near me I saw Marco smirked devilishly. Insane!

When the mouse turns to a human he started coughing Katrine asked him what did he do? The thief said he stolen an apple that is the reason they want to kill him, the thief was straightening his neck because he feels choke. Katrine look at him from his head to the toe and said the thief owns her a big time. "But wait, what is your name?" "I'm Owen" "Okay Owen, I want you to help me look for someone and it very urgent" "Who?" "It my brother" "What? I don't know your brother and besides, I'm sorry I can't run your erran"

He closed in on the thief, disregarding his own physical pain, took the sword the thief dropped on the floor and jumped after the bastard that killed Dale. The chase took Wilson through different streets and buildings. The thief in a bid to get Wilson off his back climbed to the roof of a small shop and jumped from there into a big house and out of it through a big open window on the other side. He stopped to rest but had no chance as he saw the boy that had been chasing exit the same way he had out of the house. The thief ran round a bend and began running back the

Depending on the thief's nature, if he were human, I would be feasting on his heart, in raw, a testament to my wrath. In the spacious training ground to the south of the castle, some of my royal guards stood, their identities obscured behind masks. The unit leader Jean, a towering figure, stood center stage, a man in chains before him. “Sir, this is the mastermind behind the theft,” he announced with a salute. I approached the thief, my steps echoing with fury on the cold ground. His hands were cuffed, yet he exuded an air of defiance. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice resonating with authority and anger.

Before I returned to the deed, he lowered his voice and said, “From now on, don’t go anywhere alone, Juliette.” The tenderness was like a caress on my cheek. The concerned shimmer in his eyes moved something inside me until a tiny voice in my head reminded, he's being nice because he wants something from me. Remember, it advised, he’s a thief. I turned back to the first aid box and fetched a clip to tighten the bandage. “I’ll be fine,” I said. “Will you?" He sounded annoyed again. "You walked right into the drug king’s trap today.”

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

Controlled. Just like me.

He quickly got off her and tried to escape-through the window. Williams got hold of him by his shirt and punched him. The thief fell to the floor. Rebecca quickly got out of the bed and carried her daughter. They stood by the side and watched the two. The thief stood up slowly, with his face bruised. Williams pulled his hair and made him to look at him. "You thought you could touch her and leave freely?" He said gleefully, in a stern voice. Williams dragged him by his hair and kicked him. The thief fell down again and coughed out blood. He had crashed into a stool and the vase on it broke on his h