Pennies (Dollar, #1)

by Pepper Winters

There are beasts adorned in angel clothing and angels hiding in beast’s fur.

“I see your offer and raise you,” Lord Mask murmured. “One million, five hundred thousand pounds, not dollars. What say you?” Before I could reply—before I could increase my bid and change my circumstances, the dreaded gavel fell. “Sold!” the auctioneer yelled. “To Mr. Lord for one million, five hundred thousand pounds.”

White was the colour with multiple faces. It lied about its identity, hiding its pigment while smothering others. The final blank thought before death.

Talking about all white decor in Masters life

Over the years of my dominion, I’d earned a name that’d paved the gold-brick road into the underbelly of this sick and twisted world. Kaitou. Phantom Thief. First, because I was a pickpocket, robber, and five-fingered master. Second because, instead of stealing objects, I started stealing lives. But only those lives owed to me or those too feeble to be of any use.

Elder pREST

“I think I’ll call you that from now on…little mouse. You’re a silent mouse tormented in a cage. However, no matter how small and vulnerable a mouse is, they have the power to wreak havoc if they accept who they truly are.”

“I’m not the hero in this story, Pimlico. I’m another villain. You’d do best to remember that.”

I trembled as his thumb stroked me sweetly. “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I’m sorry for what I am. You’re worth pennies, but I’ll make you worth fucking millions. However, what I expect in return will be unpayable.”