Tags: Teenage life, Natural rilvary, Jealousy, Love, Flashbacks, Pride, Sassiness and cockiness, Highschool, Partying, Bullying, Hate to Love, Rich vs Poor, Rom-com, Slow burn…
Tropes:
•Rich Boy×Sassy Girl
•Bi???ualism/Lesbianism
•Teenage Romance
•Modern Technology
•Face Agnosia
•Enemies to Lovers
•Proximity
•Class/Classless
•Secret Identity/Hidden Identity
•Forced Relationship…
🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
Tags: Teenage life, Natural rilvary, Jealousy, Love, Flashbacks, Pride, Sassiness and cockiness, Highschool, Partying, Bullying, Hate to Love, Rich vs Poor, Rom-com, Slow burn…
Tropes:
•Rich Boy×Sassy Girl
•Bi???ualism/Lesbianism
•Teenage Romance
•Modern Technology
•Face Agnosia/Prosopagnosia
•Enemies to Lovers
•Proximity
•Class/Classless
•Secret Identity/Hidden Identity
•Forced Relationship…
*
Prologue
She’s more of a dude than a girl.
Princess? Nah, Not her.
Alex is born to BURN.
Taking from the proud is what she loves doing best. That’s her job.
To Alex, pickpocketing isn’t stealing— it’s talent.
But what happens when Eric Grande— The son of the richest business tycoon in New York, CEO of Grande Robotics (one of the biggest tech-companies, and among the top five richest in the United States)— the ‘PROUDIE’ as everyone calls him gets kidnapped and only Alex, the school drop out, knows how to save him?
Eric isn’t just a proud jerk, He is Stars High Grand Hottie and every girl’s dream.
Well, Oblivious of who he really is, Alex manages to rescue him from the abductors.
But then, she was disguised as someone else, ‘The Sharmer King’.
Everyone started worshipping the Sharmer King without knowing who HE is.
Eric looks for the Sharmer King to award him.
No one believed the grand hottie’s savior was a girl.
And Alex? She finally achieved her dream of attending Stars High, the same school Eric Grande attends.
Seeing him annoys her.
Hearing her name makes him sick.
The hatred between these two is unquenchable.
Natural hatred never dies.
Especially when Alex isn’t the type to bow.
But behind all these, Eric still craves to find his savior.
Alex will never let him know she’s the Sharmer King— not after he forced her into becoming his kiss mate.
*
“If you don’t accept my proposal nicely, I’ll force you… and if you want it the hard way, consider yourself not only outta Stars High but New York too”
All these while, he wasn’t staring at her.
He’s was busy admiring his nails.
To him, her face isn’t worth his attention.
“Oh my,”Alex chuckled. “What fúcking proposal? To be your kiss mate? Listen weakie, I’d rather kiss an eel and get shocked multiple times that let my soft lips touch your contaminated ones”She gnarled, thinking of ways to just kill this guy.
“Two more minutes, Tomboy”Eric finally looked at her.
“You…”she raised her fist to punch him.
“One more”he smirked.
Damn, how Alex wishes she didn’t save him from those abductors.
How she wishes she knew it was him!
*
Now, You wouldn’t wanna miss this amazing ride, grab your popcorn and stick with me as we unravel…
Wizzy Babe C.
🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
Tags: Teenage life, Natural rivalry, Jealousy, Love, Flashbacks, Pride, Sassiness and cockiness, Highschool, Partying, Bullying, Hate to Love, Rich vs Poor, Rom-com, Slow burn…
Tropes:
•Rich Boy×Sassy Girl
•Bi???ualism/Lesbianism
•Teenage Romance
•Modern Technology
•Face Agnosia/ Prosopagnosia
•Enemies to Lovers
•Proximity
•Class/Classless
•Secret Identity/Hidden Identity
•Forced Relationship…
*
Prologue
She’s more of a dude than a girl.
Princess? Nah, not her.
Alex is born to BURN.
Taking from the proud is what she loves doing best. That’s her job.
To Alex, pickpocketing isn’t stealing— it’s talent.
But what happens when Eric Grande— The son of the richest business tycoon in New York, CEO of Grande Robotics (one of the biggest tech-companies, and among the top five richest in the United States)— the ‘PROUDIE’ as everyone calls him gets kidnapped and only Alex, the school drop out, knows how to save him?
Eric isn’t just a proud jerk, He is Stars High Grand Hottie and every girl’s dream.
Well, Oblivious of who he really is, Alex manages to rescue him from the abductors.
But then, she was disguised as someone else, ‘The Sharmer King’.
Everyone started worshipping the Sharmer King without knowing who HE is.
Eric looks for the Sharmer King to award him.
No one believed the grand hottie’s savior was a girl.
And Alex? She finally achieved her dream of attending Stars High, the same school Eric Grande attends.
Seeing him annoys her.
Hearing her name makes him sick.
The hatred between these two is unquenchable.
Natural hatred never dies.
Especially when Alex isn’t the type to bow.
But behind all these, Eric still craves to find his savior.
Alex will never let him know she’s the Sharmer King— not after he forced her into becoming his kiss mate.
*
“If you don’t accept my proposal nicely, I’ll force you… and if you want it the hard way, consider yourself not only outta Stars High but New York too”
All these while, he wasn’t staring at her.
He was busy admiring his nails.
To him, her face isn’t worth his attention.
“Oh my,”Alex chuckled. “What fúcking proposal? To be your kiss mate? Listen weakie, I’d rather kiss an eel and get shocked multiple times that let my soft lips touch your contaminated ones”She gnarled, thinking of ways to just kill this guy.
“Two more minutes, Tomboy”Eric finally looked at her.
“You…”she raised her fist to punch him.
“One more”he smirked.
Damn, how Alex wishes she didn’t save him from those abductors.
How she wishes she knew it was him!
*
Now, you wouldn’t wanna miss this amazing ride, grab your popcorn and stick with me as we unravel…
Wizzy Babe C.
🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
CHAPTER 1&2
•10pm~Brooklyn, New York City•
Soft glowing lights—thousands of them—washed the streets in the effulgence and lambency of wealth and unending promises.
Neon signs blaze in electric pinks, blues and greens casting fractured light across the slick sidewalk.
Luxurious tall buildings stood shoulder-to-shoulder, as if competing. Each one almost piercing the sky, their glasses and windows glimmering like distant stars.
Mansions, Duplexes, Skyscrapers, Condominiums, Penthouses…
Then firms and companies like Hotels, Storehouses, Malls, Tech-buildings, Wineries and more.
A bit far from the lined up steel giants is the tallest of them all, with a large LED screen exhibiting the magnificent name of the tech-company ‘GRANDE ROBOTICS’
The large, glowing insignia ‘GR’ sat at the top of the skyscraper like a robot deity watching its city.
Expensive cars streaked along the highway and it’s rare seeing a cliche car.
As a matter of fact, there is no sight of them.
A sleek matte-black electric car which looks self customized and expensive drove along the pavement.
Eric longued in the back seat, eyes down as he scrolled on his phone.
His blonde, smoothed hair covered his eyes completely, pressing against his skin since it’s damp. He loves keeping his hair wet.
Also, he loves changing hair colors…he’s rich anyway.
In both ears are white pair of Airpods and only the sound of beats filled his ears.
Wearing silver earrings on his left ear? He loves that.
Rings on fingers, necklaces and gold wrist watches? He adorns them.
He’s in a white Celine shirt unbuttoned at the chest side. A charming rose tattoo sat at the left side, adding to his ???iness.
Good-looking? Check.
Hot as hell? Absolutely.
Proud as fúck? You bet.
Every girls’ dream? You got that right.
He’s every girls’ dream, especially the girls in Stars High.
His expensive perfume— Armani code, saturated the whole car.
The car diverted out of the pavement and Eric finally looked up.
His sharp hunter eyes demanded answers.
He glanced over at the driver’s side… No driver, no steering wheel.
Of course, what were you thinking? It’s a self-driving, robot inspired car.
Eric looked at the control screen, studying the soft blue interior lights— there’s a transparent dashboard that shows the hologram navigation— it still shows home.
Eric frowned and looked back at his phone, but something felt strange, the car increased pace when he didn’t order it to.
He looked back at the hologram and widened his eyes just a little— The hologram is flickering.
“Senitel, what’s wrong?”he asked, his voice sounding too deep for an eighteen year old, yet calm and authoritative.
No response.
“Senitel, stop the car right now!”he ordered.
“Manual control, disabled”the AI responded calmly.
The door was locked automatically.
“Shit!”Eric muttered, trying to contact his dad or the security.. the network was cut off.
He jumped to the driver’s seat, tapping on the screen.
“Damn, this is not a glitch… someone tampered with this device”he muttered, trying his best to reset the car.
Unfruitful.
Whoever did this must be an expert in technology… someone who knows about the system grande robotics uses in producing machines.
The car drove into somewhere quieter, no single soul of a human on the streets.
Eric was at the depth of giving up when the car suddenly stopped in an empty street.
The door was unlocked and he punched the control screen.
“Where am I?!”he growled.
No reply from Sentinel so he opened the door and walked out, jamming it angrily behind.
He looked around, walking and trying his phone. His boots hitting the pavement.
Neon lights flickered off the empty buildings.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
He looked back to see his car worth billions, slammed on the glass.
A man in a leather jacket and dark pants looked back at him, he’s holding an iron rod.
“Yunno, no amount of your family’s sold body parts will buy a piece of the glass”Eric muttered, voice dripping with arrogance.
Another attacker lunged forward, Eric tossed his phone aside and just as a punch almost met his face, he grabbed the attacker’s arm twisting him.
The latter fell, groaning.
The second launch at him, he easily gave that one a smack down.
Yeah, he’s a clean jerk who hates being stained, but at least, he’d learnt one or two fighting skills from his grandfather when little.
He still remembers those techniques.
The last one with the rod walked forward.
Eric was ready to kick his arse too, even when hated the fact that he’s sweating, not until he was shot on the neck with a gadget, hidden in the figure’s sleeve.
It’s not a bullet, it’s a needle.
It went straight into Eric’s neck and the world stilled.
His feet wobbled, he tried staying strong but he fell on his cheek.
How he wishes he would be able to recognize them.
But it’s impossible.
“We’re not here to play”he heard before entering into the world of trance.
•That Same Time•
•Nyack~An Apartment•
Someone stood meters away, surveying the apartment.
The human looks like a HE in his tank top and shorts, so we’ll classify him as that.
HE.
He started heading for the building, dodging the moving security lights and torches.
He’s avoiding any light.
He finally got to the first apartment, discreetly holding the door knob.
Exhaling, he brought the brim of his face cap, from the back to the front, setting it well.
Then he left that door, sneaking to the back of the apartment. Jumping in through the window seemed a bit easy for him.
He found himself in a kitchen. No lights, That’s good news. He sneaked all the way to his room and immediately he got in, lights flew on.
“Momma,”he groaned. The voice? Too light for a male’s.
“Alexa!”Christy screamed.
“I’m Alex, momma, Alexa sounds feminine”Alex replied.
And, yeah, she’s a girl. But her tomboy dressing denies that fact.
“You’re a girl for gawd damn sake”Christy slapped her own forehead with her palm.
“Well, a girl can’t do what I do”Alex shrugged and fell on her bed, pulling off her shoes.
“You went pickpocketing again… you went stealing rii?”Christy folded her arms.
“Ah ah. Now that isn’t funny”Alex frowned, looking at her mom.
“I went to display my talent. You think it’s easy doing some dodge and ball stuff? Well, you won’t know, momma. You’re a jit, so chill”Alex winked and stood up, she brought out a bundle of dollars and slammed it on the table.
“Alexa!”Christy widened her eyes.
“You need to see how the ex owner was unperturbed finding out his wallet was missing. That’s why I hate proud jerks”Alex cracked her neck and knuckles.
She removed her face cap and tossed it to the bed, dressing her hair with her fingers.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, Alexa. That… that’s huge”Christy pointed to the money, Alex’s eyes followed her hand and she smiled.
“Yup. That’s twice our rent. You might wanna give that to Mr. Wills before he comes knocking”Alex said and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Urrrg, Rhapsody, what did you do to Alex?”Christy groaned and walked to the table.
She weighed the money and screamed inwardly.
•Next Day~The City of New York•
•Grande Robotics•
Thomas Grande paced the internal security room, his shoes tapping the glass polished floors.
His PA, Mark hovered beside him, trying to calm him down.
His security team worked relentlessly on the computer systems— working, tracking clues and interrogating their Artificial intelligences.
“CEO, can you just trust the police and file a report?”Mark urged.
“Someone hacked MY technology. This is personal, Mark. The police don’t understand robotics sabotage”Thomas snapped.
“CEO, we found something,”one of the security team announced.
Thomas shoved Mark aside and rushed to the desk.
“Grande R, what happened to young CEO’s car?”he demanded.
“According to my findings…”A robotic voice filled the room.
The screen blurred at first, then Eric’s scene from last night came into view.
“The car was overridden at two minutes past ten pm. Reading the timecode, the car was hacked two hours before, when the Young CEO was still in the company’s building. The perpetrators predicted his movements precisely…”the AI continued.
“Zoom in”Thomas butt in. The screen was zoomed and it showed the dry, empty street where Eric’s car had stopped.
“Grande R,Where’s that place?”he asked.
“Nyack, Benison street”the AI replied.
Thomas turned sharply to his team.
“You heard that? Nobody knows the company’s tech architecture except my security team and my PA. Whoever hacked Eric’s car is one of us!”Thomas barked.
Silence.
“I swear, whoever did this will rot in jail,”Thomas said slowly. But the rage in his tone? Everyone could feel it. “I’m getting my son back. Mark, inform the police but I’m not backing off on my investigation”Thomas said.
Mark nodded and ran out, operating his phone.
“I can’t lose Eric too… He’s all I’ve got”Thomas muffled under his breath.
•Stone’s Mansion•
Great and mighty looking? Correct.
This is where Omar Stones, the owner of Stars High lives with his only child, Mirabelle.
In the living room, Mirabelle sat on the couch, legs folded.
Around her, used tissues filled every corner.
“Guys, it’s fine. MY Ricky-hottie will come back to us”she said over her phone.
She’s presently on a live video in the school live-blog.
She sniffled again and wiped off her tears, throwing the used tissue amongst its peers.
“You’re still crying, Mira?”Omar got to the living room.
His appearance looks so much like a young adult. Seeing him, one wouldn’t know he’s a single father.
Well, he’s just thirty-eight.
Mira sighed and ended the video, she shot her dad a glare.
“You don’t expect me to laze around, burying my face in a bowl of popcorn, watching a series of movies on Netflix, laughing and rocking my arse when my Eric is out there, with huge, scary looking men. Ohhh, I can’t imagine what they’re doing to him right now”Mirabelle snapped, hugging a pillow to her chest.
“I understand. The school is temporarily shut down, I made sure that happens because the almighty Eric Grande needs to be respected”Omar teased, Mira glared and he’d laughed shortly, settling down beside her.
His hands crossed over her shoulder.
“The cops are on it, his father— our tech lord won’t give up. The whole of New York City is on it… The states at large, so there’s nothing to be worried about, okay?”he said.
“I won’t stop being worried, until I see my man safe and sound,”Mira replied.
“Man?”Omar chuckled. “I never remember you both being a thing— nah, not with the ‘grand hottie’ of Stars High. Besides, does he know you?”he teased.
“Dad!”Mira yelled.
“I wish you good luck”Omar stood up and walked away.
She rolled her eyes and picked her phone, entering a VC in her friends’ GC.
“Babes,”she muttered.
•Nyack~Alex’s Place•
“Christy!”Mr Wills barked, knocking on the door savagely.
“I’m here”she opened the door. “Good afternoon Mr Wills”she smiled.
“Your smile doesn’t mean anything. I’ve been patient enough, your rent is two weeks late!”the man yelled.
“Where’s your tomboy, school drop out of a daughter? The girl who stopped school all by herself and decided to go into stealing from pockets. I know she’s the petty thief everyone in town talks about”Wills said.
“Your manners! Alex didn’t stop school by herself!”Christy snapped.
“She was expelled for beating up a boy at school. Is that a good name?”Will said.
“Being famous comes with lotta stress. Now who needs me?”Alex walked to the scene, she’s holding a rose flower in her hand, sniffing it.
Tips: she smells like rose. She’s obsessed with ‘em.
“Here she is. Talk of the devil”Wills turned to her. “Silly dropout,”he said.
“Stupid landlord,”she grinned. Wills glared.
“You’ve gone stealing. Now where’s my part? I need my rent”he walked to her.
Christy looked down, obviously tired of life.
“You wanna take from the thief? You’re a thief too. You’re goofy as hell, man”Alex yawned and walked to where her bike was parked.
“Alex. I will give you and your mother till next week!”Will barked.
“Toúche”she hopped on her bike, already unbuckling her helmet straps.
“Mr Wills?”she looked up. “You know? Your money is complete. But now it’s on hold, that’s your punishment for making my pretty momma stand under the sun for too long”she smirked and wore her helmet, buckled it and started a rough zoom.
Wills jumped out of the way because she was clearly coming for him.
Christy slapped her forehead.
“Christy!”Wills screamed at her.
•Night~In Town•
Almost every corner is blocked with red tapes by the investigation officers.
Men in black with ear ons in their ears worked with them.
Their badges clung at the right side of their chest sold them off. They’re security staff of Grande Robotics.
Posters of Eric Grande pasted on almost every space of the wall. His pics painted with lips and kisses all over, they’re well wishes on some sides and prayers.
Alex stayed on her bike, face hidden behind her helmet, eyes sharp through the visor, watching the scene ongoing in front of her.
“Could have blocked the whole of the United States with his photos”she scoffed.
She doesn’t know this guy face to face but the news surrounding him is too much. HE NEVER LOOKS AT ANYONE’S FACE.
“Well, good luck finding the golden sun,”she said.
That’s a play on words. She meant Golden Son.
Alex started her bike with a knowing smirk.
A man just shouted at his wife as they walked together. Now he’s left her, walking forward, ignoring her useless pleas.
His face tells one he’s PROUD and RICH at the same time.
What group of people Alex detects the most… PROUDIES.
What she loves the most… CASH.
If you’re rich, but humble.. sawie, she’ll still take from you. You’re rich anyway, you won’t feel bankrupt.
As the man got to her, she started her bike and intentionally drove in his direction.
One more mission and it will be called a day.
She skillfully stopped before him.
“Fúck!”he screamed, holding his chest in relief.
“I’m so sorry sir. I wasn’t looking”she quickly apologized.
“Young boys below sixteen shouldn’t have a licence yet”he snapped and walked past her bike.
Is that how little she is?
Alex smirked behind her helmet, she didn’t bother thinking about the man’s talks. She revealed her hand.
A wallet sat there gracefully.
The man’s wallet. How she took it is a mystery.
“Men above forty shouldn’t be this gullible”she grinned, checking it out.
Cash. Cards. And more Cash.
“Hey, thief!”the man’s wife pointed.
Alex glanced at her direction and pocketed the wallet. She winked and drove off roughly away before the cops could involve themselves.
“What thief?”someone asked behind the woman.
She shook her head.
Why’d she even try stopping the thief when her husband clearly left her, calling her bad names.
In fact, he should be robbed more often like this one.
•Alex’s Hidden Place•
Alex parked her bike behind the building— known as her haunt. It’s an abandoned dockyard. She had partly furnished it and made it her staying place… where she counts her money secretly.
Then, it was Rhapsody and her. But since Rhapsody left, it’s just her.
She took off her biker’s helmet, dressing her hair when she spotted something off.
There’s a black-tech van parked at a corner.
“In my haunt?”she muttered. She looked up at the building, there’s a small, flickering light so she could tell they’re unfamiliar men.
Alex kept her helmet, wore her face cap properly to conceal her face, she got down from her bike, sneaking in.
•At the top building(like an attic)•
Eric is chained behind the chair he’s seated on. His face is down, his hair is already dry so it’s rough.
Drops of blood met the floor. A drop every thirty seconds.
The three men are around him. One standing by the wall, hitting a baseball bat in his hand. He’s Scar.
The second stood beside him, getting high with molly and a foil. He’s Stripe.
The boss sat before Eric, intentionally blowing his smokes to his face. His name is Jafar.
Eric didn’t flinch. He’s just wishing to be under the shower right now. He hates to be stained.
“You’re stubborn, kiddo. And you’ll regret that”Jafar said.
Eric looked up, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“You want the code to the secret tech room in my dad’s company. We’re you released from a psychiatric hospital?”he asked.
“You’re asking for a death wish!”Jafar yelled and stood up, pacing.
“C’mon. You could have just told me you need food. I’ve got leftovers in my fridge”Eric said, his eyes drowsing.
Scar lunged forward, aiming to slam the bat on Eric’s head but Jafar pulled him back.
“Our client doesn’t want him dead or too harmed. Let him be, he’ll talk soon”Jafar said.
Eric smiled, his bloody teeth jamming against each other.
Stripe looked back when he sensed something odd, Alex quickly moved away.
She hid in the shadow, skillfully jumping down to a door, she entered.
It’s her haunt. She knows every shortcut.
Stripe rushed to the window, looking down. No one was outside but then, a plank fell from the top building.
“Jafar. There’s an intruder!”he announced.
Jafar and Scar got alerted.
“Scar, check the east side. Stripe, to the west”Jafar ordered. They took action.
Alex made sure her shadow was visible as she ran to a door. Scar followed, tracing after the shadow. She opened the door, and instead of running in, she discreetly jumped to the ceiling, climbing on the wooden rail.
Scar entered the place without thinking twice, unknown to him, it’s a trap.
The door leads straight to nothing, taking one step, you fall right to the ground.
And that was what happened to Scar. He fell.
A loud, agonizing scream escaped his throat.
Alex jumped down from the ceiling and sighed.
“I hope I didn’t kill him? No, he just broke his legs or something”she muttered, checking out the baseball bat in her hand.
She already took it from him before he fell off.
She was still smiling at it when Stripe ran to her.
“Scar? I heard his voice. How did you get in?!”he widened his eyes. He charged towards her, she dodged and went behind him.
With force, she struck him on the head from behind, he slumped.
“Amateurs”she rolled her eyes and ran to Eric’s place.
Meanwhile, Jafar was already pacing. Especially when he heard Scar’s voice.
He brought out his pistol and walked out, cautiously.
Alex appeared from another door.
“Poor boy, what did you do?”she chuckled.
Yeah, Eric is different so it didn’t cross her mind that he’s the famous Eric Grande.
Also, it’s not possible for low amateurs like this abductors to abduct the almighty Thomas’ son in this little town right?
Except…
Alex shoved the thoughts aside. She brought out a key, walking to him.
Eric’s eyes stayed on her without blinking, then his head tilted to her neck, studying that part.
He’d have said something, but now, he’s hell weak. He’s been here for twenty-four hours now.
“Who the heck are you?”Jafar entered.
Alex turned, her eyes widened at first when she spotted a GUN with him. But then, she smirked.
Fear is a weakness, do not show it.
“I ought to ask you that question. This is my haunt”she said.
“Who’s this little lad?”Jafar chuckled.
“You don’t know me? I’m a gang Lord. I own this empire, and it’s a mistake that you came here”she played with the baseball bat, snapping her fingers with her other hand. The key dangled in that hand.
“I am THE SHARMER KING”she said.
That’s a lie. She just made that up.
But then, the name sounds good to her ear.
“Damn, you’re a genius, Alex,”she muttered to herself.
TBC…
