Thief Novels & Stories

Is it that stalker? Oh god! Again suddenly that song started to play and I found my phone was ringing. Alarm is ringing. What the hell? Why is the alarm ringing now? And I didn't set any alarm then? "Mam the thief is caught, come down." our house help said and knocked on the door Draping my stole around me I went downstairs and saw a young boy with that knife in his leg. "who are you and what were you doing in my room?" I asked him "I am a thief, I'm sorry I won't steal anything ever again." That boy cried

"Do you steal because you want to or you can't help yourself?" "Stealing makes me happy." I said simply. The guy across from me smiled. His brown eyes didn't show what everyone else did. He was entertained by me. "So you don't feel bad about stealing?" I shook my head. "Not really. I never actually hurt anyone. Nine times out of ten people don't even realize anything is missing. It's a thrill." The pyro lady shook her head. "What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?"

They need me there. Rishabh inhaled the cool air and tried to get his wits about him. The gravity of the situation haunted him. What was more worrying was the fact that while he was looking for a way to organise the pieces of the puzzle, the inspector was busy trying to catch the thief who stole the sheep from the Gaddi woman. Moreover, Rishabh knew Arya was pretty much clueless, he was more of a moral support than anything. He began to feel the weight of responsibility; he was alone and had a puzzle to solve.

If his parents found out about the theft, they'd never forgive him. "You seem a little nervous, Dillon. What happened? Just a while ago, you were quite the proud fool," Hayden mocked. Dillon stood speechless, boiling with anger. "I had nothing to do with it! Dillon was the one who planned everything!" Stella suddenly stood up, throwing her boyfriend under the bus. "What? How can you say that, knowing you were the one who forced me to do it?" Dillon defended himself, his voice rising in desperation. "Enough with the childish bickering. You both played a part in it, and I'll make sure the two of you suffer for what you did to Lily," Hunter said, his smirk mirroring his brother's. They could se

She took her time, removing his phone, his keys, his expensive wrist watch and necklace. It was a veritable gold mine for a thief like her, and when she was done, she silently slipped out of the room, leaving Logan alone and helpless. Outside the room, Allyson coolly made her way to the exit, jostling and melting into the crowd. **** To Be Continued

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parked his car. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and gazed at him with surprise. "Do I know you?" Rita asks, even though she is intoxicated she still recollects everything that ensued at the bar. But what makes her surprised is why a total stranger would offer to help her when

“Don’t use the word ‘thief.’” “Why not?” “Because it’s cheap.” “Uhhh, and accurate.” “No, it’s not. A thief is somebody who bashes out the windows in a pawn shop and steals a television. That’s not what I am.” “No, you just sneak inside rich people’s houses all fancy-like and take the Monet, instead.” “Fuck you,” he laughs. His tone is kind of joking… but kind of not. “What are you, then, if you’re not a thief? Is the label ‘cat burglar’ so much better?”

A perfect place to search. I tap the card against the desk, thinking. The loud ring of my phone startles me out of my thoughts. I look to see an unknown number. I hesitate for a second before answering. "Alpha Miles Mondragon?" a gruff, unfamiliar voice asks. "This is he." "This is Gamma Thorne from the Redwood Pack. I am calling to inform you that a member of your pack, Roxy Chapman, has been admitted to our hospital. She was stabbed multiple times. Your number was the last one she called before she lost consciousness."