Thieves And Beggars Novels & Stories

"Please, don't do this! Take the jewelry! Take the car keys!" David started to beg, his voice cracking. He looked at the leader of the thieves, his eyes filling with tears. "Sarah, give them some money if you have any!" The leader turned his head slowly, looking at David with total disgust. "Shut the fuck up," he spat. The metal pipe he was holding tapped against his palm. "You fuck people for a living, don't you? You spend your days lying to your wife and crawling into other beds. It’s not so bad if we take a turn with yours for just one night, right?" He smiled behind the mask. “Consider it a trade."

The words 'Your Highness' fell like a thunderclap. The color drained from Roland's face in an instant. His knees buckled, and he swayed as if about to collapse. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He could only stare helplessly as Nathaniel knelt before the beggar child with respect carved into every line of his body. Behind them, the guards released Adrian in terror and dropped to their knees in a heap. Adrian rubbed his aching shoulder. He did not cry or panic. He simply looked quietly at Nathaniel kneeling before him. After a moment, he turned his head slightly toward me.

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!"

The playful look was completely gone, replaced by a serious expression that made Cass hold her breath. "Let's get one thing straight," Liam said, his voice low and firm. "I don't care about your money, and I don't care about your luxury. But do not look down on how I make money. Collecting scraps kept me alive when the rest of the world ignored me. It might look dirty to a girl like you, but it's honest work. I don't steal, and I don't beg." Cass opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn't find the words. She looked at his firm jaw, his rough hands, and the pride in his eyes. Even though he was sarcastic and rough, Liam had his own dignity.

He has always been my voice of reason. He is also the reason that we joined the Thieve's Guild recently. He knew that with us stealing just enough to survive we would eventually get caught. If we were to join the Guild though, they would protect us. They would help us thrive and we would not have to constantly try avoiding their attention in the streets. If you can't beat them, join them right?

I didn't have a job so I couldn't pay rent, food, or any other necessities. Eventually, the house was sold and I ended up on the streets. I had no other family, meaning I was left to fend on my own. Until Elvis found me. I was sleeping on a park bench one night when a strange man came up to me, he shook me awake and told me to come with him. Little did I know then, that I would still be with him, involved in criminality-not that I minded- to earn money. We made a fair share too. Grabbing watches, wallets, jewelry, and anything we could get our hands to. Which we later sold off.

The wise ones like Vikram had escaped such torment and now survived on the little gaining from the streets life style, like carnivals, public celebrations and of course stealing form blind beggars. That morning, the kids had found a new beggar in a neat robe asleep on the wall. Occasionally they would steal for old beggars and the latter would thank them with the belief that something was added to the existing currency in his or her plate while it was actually stolen. Realizing this painful fact they had decided to move to a safer zone clearing the rail path of beggars. But that day someone had feared them. The little lords of the street had begun raiding their part of Parma in search of the

"Mandy, are you free tonight? Let's have a candlelit dinner." Not far away, Zachary grinned shamelessly. "Vivi, a new movie just came out. Wanna go watch it together?" Vivienne and I exchanged a look. Then, spotting a group of police officers patrolling nearby, we took a deep breath and shouted at the top of our lungs. "Help! We're being kidnapped!" "Human traffickers! Help!" The officers immediately rushed over, tackling Lucas and Zachary to the ground in seconds. Lucas panicked. "No! Officer, she's my wife! I know her!"

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.

there are those goons out there" The thugs...they are young people who take passersby's belongings, little pickpockets that is. Anyway, I was not planning on going out, so it's not bad. I nod and go back to bed because my body is broken and needs rest.