Thieves And Beggars Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Cedric said he was scared when they were captured, and the other kids were too frightened to resist. But Cedric fought back and got beaten badly. The kids had three fates—become street kids and beg, be trained as thieves, or, for girls, become call girls. Cedric's leg was broken that day, so he was made to beg. The gang fed them a drug that made them mute, except for the girls. Some older kids who could read had their fingers broken because the more pitiful the beggars, the more money they made.

Mona started searching crazily all over the world for this [Master Thief]. She sold the last of her jewelry and borrowed from loan sharks everywhere to put up a bounty in the black market for this person, and she soon used up all her money and became riddled with debts. After all her efforts, there was still no sign of this so-called [Master Thief]. Debtors started coming to our door with malicious and sinister labels on their foreheads like [Thug], [Butcher], and [Debt Collector]. They smashed all of our belongings in the house and pointed their fingers at Mona's nose while yelling at her.

The acting leader of this group of thieves. Base on their conversation, they are here to steal. And by the looks of it ,they already knows who lives here. A tall and thin man snickered and said to the fat guy. "Isn't it obvious! For the years of our operations as thieves, you sure are dumb pig fatty!" Which earned the laughter of the remaining one.

Stephanie replied, “There are these kinds of bad guys who have no conscience and specialize in doing these kinds of things. They are all normal and healthy people who have their own hands and feet. However, they pretend to be disabled and go around begging to make a living. Later, they eventually find out that it is really easy for them to make money by begging on the streets. Therefore, in order to make more money faster, they deliberately look for disabled people to beg on the streets to increase their credibility. When they could not find any more disabled people, they decided to buy some children and turn them into a disabled person so that it would be easier for them to beg on the stree

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

The first thief laughed, “How about we have some fun, huh? Will your mama beg me to pay your dowries?” “To hell with you,” Jide screamed and tried to struggle but the third thief wrestled him to the ground and started to undress him. “I think she is a slave,” The third thief panted amid the struggle. “A pretty slave,” “No,” The second thief shook his head and spread Jide’s legs. “There are no markings. She must be a little princess. A nice little princess. I have never had one before. Let’s see how royal miscreants taste.” His laughter echoed through the afternoon trees as he laid on Jide. But the glee didn’t last, the thief pinning Jide to the ground had lost his grip, and seizing the oppor

Kate was still lagging behind, completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation she'd landed herself in. Still in disbelief, she said, "Stop pretending. I don't believe you actually pulled together 100 million dollars in cash this fast. These people must be actors. The trucks are probably empty." I took the handkerchief Billy handed me and wiped the blood from my lip. "Check for yourself, then." Looking at the line of drivers parked outside the mall, I commanded, "Open up the cargo compartments." The drivers immediately pulled open the cargo doors. Stacks of green banknotes filled every truck, neatly piled from floor to ceiling. The sight alone made everyone freeze.

"He won't pay a dime for me. Let me go right now. When my uncle arrives, I will give you double." The Kidnapper scoffed loudly. He raised his heavy hand and slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. My lower lip split open. "Liar!" he spat, wiping his hand on his jeans. "You don't have a rich uncle. You don't have shit. That Jenny bitch told us everything. She said the Lancaster family is completely bankrupt. You and her are the only ones left, and you don't even own the cheap clothes on your back."

He is digging his pit and as popular TV show had stated, if the Browns lost their daughter to a group of thugs, they should explain why a thug will pick interest in their daughter. Thugs don’t look for trouble; they look to intimidate the weak. These are no thugs. They are professionals. A carefully planned kidnap and whoever is behind this must have lived here their whole life. They must know a great deal about all the routes to know where to keep away from and where not to. But who? Who would steal years of a parent’s happiness only to return it just when they gathered their pieces?

The sign out front was brand new, and the yard then boasted a swing set and a slide. The first time I ventured out on a mission for the thieves' guild, I stumbled upon that place. It had already been taken over by the Gilbert Group and transformed into a genuine orphanage. As expected, there was no news of the little blind kid. A frail meow caught my attention. A tiny cat, huddled in the corner with a limp back leg, was painstakingly inching forward on its front paws. Out of nowhere, rain began to fall, heavy drops pounding the pavement. The kitten squinted against the rain, determined to keep moving.