Wendell The Thief Of Always Novels & Stories

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

Otherwise, this place will be your grave. Wendell had kidnapped Elio because he wanted to do a favor for for the Wang family. At the same time, he wanted a tidy sum of money for himself. People like him made a living off bullying the weak, after all. Elio understood everything now. He scoffed, "You still dare to threaten me? Just so we’re clear, you’ll regret laying a hand on me. If I dared to call a hit on Draco, you don’t stand a chance against me.”

It was a Rolex, worth at least $60 000. Never in my three years had I ever been caught. Because I was skilled. Because I was smooth and I went undetected. And because I never made anything personal. But it is all bound to come to an end sooner or later. Too bad, it turned out to be sooner. I felt a hand harshly grip hold of my arm. I turned in panic and saw the man I was stealing a watch from, boring his eyes into mine. ”I like my watch. And I'd like to keep it.” I gulped. This had never happened but the guys said that if ever I did get caught, just pretend like it was a mistake.

The closer that he gets, the faster I will see my head chopped off. The seamstress comes up to me and starts to measure me as my mind is awhirl with everything that is going on. How did I get here? One minute, I was stealing the Crown from the Castle, the next, I am in a clothing store, flirting with the Prince that I stole from, planning to rescue Hunt from being tortured.

he grunted as I looped my arms through his. "Come on, prince. Let's go," I said as I dragged him towards the cottage Hegen had left for me and Owen. This was where my life as a thief started. And it was now the time for an end. Marvis and Faye looked too lost in their world as they were whispering something. Owen came towards me and hugged me tighter, and I ruffled his hair. "I am fine, Kiddo." "I am not kiddo," Owen said as he looked at the prince with a mildly curious look, and I realized they had never really talked before.

Chapter 337 The subordinate who told the man this news realized the mood here was subdued. He felt like an a-thousand-pound weight was on his head, which almost pressed him to the ground. However, he still had to hand the warm towel to the man carefully, "Sir, here you are the towels." That was right. Murphy Wendell was the man on the Diamond Ship, who came to Cornview disguising himself and using a different identity. He clutched a porcelain piece in his hand tightly, so that his fingers were pierced by it, and then scarlet blood slowly flowed down his fingers.

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

"Are you lost? What pack are you from?" Aiden turned to look at her then, his eyebrow raised a bit in a question. "Boy, I know you are a werewolf. I can smell you." She stared back at him with an amused expression on her face. "Alpha Velvet!" Kunata almost yelled. "It's late already. We need to return." Then with a sigh, he shook his head, "A pity we could not get those thieves. Hey, dumb boy! Did you see any bunch of haggard-looking men? Where are they now?"

I gritted out through my teeth, “who was it that let a stranger into our midst?” “Well.. We’ve combed through everything and it seems that this wolf stole the invitation of a renowned Jeweler near Richmond Upon Thames who had been invited in by Fernando. He had been cleared and vetted, but the invitation was not reported to us as stolen. Then the prick waltzed in with it, introduced himself to DuVall as Harold Goshen. Says he worked ‘art and antiques’ but we’re pretty sure that’s a ruse.”

Like it was waiting for something. Or someone. I swallowed hard, my heart thudding in my ears. This wasn’t just about money anymore. I had crossed into something else entirely. Bella’s eyes glinted as she leaned closer, her voice low. “In this place… the men who come here aren’t just rich. They’re billionaires. Trillionaires. They don’t pick just any girl off the street. They come here to choose… for themselves.” Her friend, perched on a velvet chair with a glass of something golden in her hand, nodded at Bella and then turned her gaze toward me. “She’s supposed to be wearing designer clothes,” the friend said, as if testing Bella.