Novel & Cerita Thieves And Beggars

Personally, it's just a dick-measuring contest among the elite android men. I sigh as I maneuver around the shipment container. I don't need my allotted rations. I am one of the few humans in Saratoga that can buy food and necessities with my earnings in gold bars. How I get my gold bars( the currency's name in our Teril-occupied world) is not wholesome. I am a professional thief, and I am quite good. How did I become a thief? It was happenstance. I was age 13 when I was wandering the dark and dirty streets of Saratoga at night, stumbling on a robbery. Two men were pulling a bag off a woman's arms when they spotted me and snarled, dropping the woman on the street before pouncing on me. I sto

certain thief still had never heard of the ‘Silver Hand’. During this moment when everyone from the Suzaku clan had been at their wits’ end about yesterday’s matter, where they had been collectively been plundered, a certain little thief was returning from a rewarding journey. That certain little thief sat on top of that pile of stolen goods and was beaming with pleasure as she was listing down the harvest she had this time.

Our world was filled with all sorts of filth; from liars to thieves. And as they said, there is no honor among thieves. I spun on my heel and walked towards the door, then stopped and turned to face the two men. “It was lovely seeing you, Lucky Gambino. You may continue whatever it was you were doing.” And with that, I walked out with my men following closely behind me. The bloodlust had cooled down, the thief who stole from me and destroyed my property was dead, and I had gotten my shipment back. Although it was not all of it.

“We don’t have thieves here! It must be you two!” “It’s my first time seeing someone steal things so loudly!” “What a thief! Shameless! Poor yet has no dignity!”

Several silver ingots rolled out. "No, please, this is the last money our village people gave us. We need to use it to hire guard fighters..." The middle-aged people crazily rushed over, trying to take back the money, and his fellows were nasty at this time, desperate to come over and surrounded the young fighter in the middle. "Haha, hicks, do you want to beat me together?" The young man sneered and patted the table. Clang! A dozen strong men stood up. They were all warriors, carrying weapons, ferocious expressions. Their breath was powerful. At first glance, they must be the wandering fighters who had killed people. They sneered and surrounded the eight beggars in the middle.

I had my warriors with me but still. It was dangerous out here and I knew it. All sorts of unsavory types. Thieves. Swindlers. Deprived sex addicts. Killers even. I had hoped we wouldn’t have to trek too far into rogue territory. But we hadn’t gotten anywhere so far. We’d been to five different villages and a few run down camps. We’d questioned plenty of rogues. But no one knew where they were. It was like they’d just disappeared off the face of the earth!

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

Did she pick him up off the street and bring him to her condo? I knew Jheanne had a big heart and liked helping people, but what I didn't understand was how things had escalated all the way to marriage with a man she had picked up from the street. Unless... Unless the whole thing was just an act to get back at me. A smile slowly spread across my lips. If that was the case, then everyone deserved to know their wedding was a sham. And so the beggar was rich after all. A businessman. Then why hadn't he gone home to his own family? I'd find out. And I'd start with Jheanne. —

No, no, no. I shot to my feet, my balance wavering. My hands were bound behind my back with thick, iron cuffs, and and quickly spun around, trying to find it. But my bags—my loot—gone. Every last piece of treasure I’d risked my neck for, stolen right from under me. A thief, undone by another thief no doubt by the guards that had taken me. I cursed under my breath, pacing to the far end of the cell where a tiny, barred window sat high up on the wall. The only sliver of light in this miserable hole.

All my encounters at the square was nothing short of exciting and for now, I'd rather be a spectator than a partaker. "Did you know that they city could be so gruel?" I questioned without looking at him, my face still pressed to the window. I heard him shift, the sound of his material rustling against the leather chair. "What do you mean?" This time, I did shift to face him, "Beggars, thiefs and kidnappers. They walk amongst those people and you never know who is who."