Wendell The Thief Of Always Novels & Stories

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

Even now, he can remember the overwhelming happiness that coursed through him at the loud beeping. He'd rushed to the drawer, pushed it out, and there it is... The location of the ring bearer. Instantly, he'd made the call to the Wolfhunters and revealed the location to them. Two hours later, they came back with the ring but without the bearer. "The ring wasn't in the possession of a werewolf, but an old man who confessed to being a pawnbroker. He said a lady pawned the ring to him. He was on the run to go and start a new life since he knows the monetary value of the ring." Adeladin, the director of Wolfhunter's had relayed to him on the phone.

Once Jackson sees the lights turn on, they pull off the curb, heading for the main street. “Okay,” Jackson continues. “So this whole Waylon business—” Victor’s eyes darken, jaw clenched as he prepares himself for the news “— I think I can get you guys in and out, but if you ask me, that’s not the real problem. Your issue is Gordon Winford.” Ariadne’s blood runs like ice. “You know about him.” “He’s an informant. He’s the one that ratted you guys out,” Jackson explains. “We already know,” Dustin hums. “Gordon Winford is the Auctioneer.”

Effie shook her head side to side, “It’s a collection of fairy tales. No one has ever seen it in living memory. Besides the chest said to be locked by the great Wendelin Ambrosius.” Kane choked on his drink and coughed out spraying the froth right onto the polished table. Eyes watering, he put down his drink and looked up. “Wendelin the weird was a descendent of Sturgis?” “Yes! Don’t you know? Anyways, it’s just a fable. Kranky was being greedy” Kane’s snake brain hissed. He finished his iced grubly root and shook Effie’s hand. “I’m sure you can find your way back home.”

Esther strode forward, grabbing the thief by the collar as the others followed, finally getting a good look at the intruder. It was a frail old man with a wrinkled face and a sheepish grin. "Hehehe, Dr. Wiles, what a surprise to see you here!" The old man chuckled, greeting everyone with a wave. Archibald Stevens, though outwardly calm, felt regretful. He should not have taken this job in the first place! However, he had to take the risk for his granddaughter, Bernadette Stevens, who was sick. Rustin was astonished to find Archibald and confronted him angrily, "You're Archibald Stevens, the King of Thieves!"

He solemnly replied, "My wallet's about to burst, so could you help me spend my money? I'll only understand why I earn money if you're willing to use it." I stared at the figure and counted the digits over and over until my lips curled up into a grin before I could stop it. Then, I snapped back to reality. Heavens… Were those Canverlian dollars? I was not a gold digger, but that sheer amount of money was enough to boil my brain. I was lazy, greedy, and loved taking advantage of him. Honestly, these Canverlian dollars were the only thing that kept this relationship alive for over a year, but now, Oliver was asking to meet in person.

The wolves that had been exiled were attacking and our babies were still out in the forest! We might have had peace most of the time over the past couple of years, but since those wolves were exiled, they turned rogue and every once in a while, they attacked the castle. It was as if their memories brought them here and they didn’t know any better. I was about to run to the gate when I heard Fynn’s howl coming from the other side. He opened his memories to me so I could see the fight on the other side. Thankfully, there were just a couple of rogues. Fynn and the wall guard took care of them quicker than I anticipated and they were all back on our side of the wall before I could even get invol

Most especially that Princess Natalia was within the palace of the Silex Kingdom. “When you left the Thorine Kingdom… the palace guards suddenly barged into the shop and arrested him. I… tried. I really tried to stop them but they just beat me up and took the master to the palace. I do not know why the princess arrested him but… but just after two days, they dumped his body in front of the shop. Before I could bring him to a physician, he was already dead.”

Fail a mission, and I would not go hungry; I would just be waiting for death. After surviving the cutthroat life of the syndicate, Old Fox started sending me on jobs. I realized that the so-called orphanage was just a front for a human trafficking ring. I rubbed the bead in my hand. The little blind kid must have known; that must be why he told me to live on after his failed attempt to save me. Who was he, really? Where would he be? Two days before a big job, I visited the Sunshine Welfare Home once more. The sign out front was brand new, and the yard then boasted a swing set and a slide.

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!"