A Stolen Past Novels & Stories

"It's not something history speaks of, but there were many who tried to combat that atrocity with their wealth. He was inducted into the group not only because of his extreme wealth but also because of his uncanny ability to track anyone and anything anywhere in the world." "At a time when his people were being enslaved, he lived and moved among the world's elite doing his part to free as many stolen souls as he could." Another round of murmurs went around the room while on the screen, Jace and the others were high-fiving Track. "Jace, it's good that you two found each other since, as you can see, one of your ancestors and that particular ancestor of his were pretty close as well. They were

"I already fulfilled my end! It isn't fixable! What's done is done, and I can't take back what I did. So just let it go." I didn't realize he was storming toward the stairs until he nearly collided with me. "Shit! Who the hell are you again?" I didn't think he'd been paying attention when Kael introduced me. I scrambled to stand and stammered, "I'm Gemma. I was stolen by Connor." His gray eyes flashed with surprise and then went cold. "Good. Someone I can share trauma with. Excuse me." Without waiting he shoved past me. I stumbled, slipping on the smooth adobe, right into Kael's waiting arms. As if I'd been harmed, he pulled me against him, once again chest to chest.

Archer thanked Stella. Stella entered the treatment room and looked through the patient's information. The patient last week had been treated and he didn't need to come over anymore. The patient in the treatment room was a first-timer. It was stated in the file that he was a 62-year-old man, and his name was Owen Hadley. The psychological problem he was facing was that he had a habit of stealing. Owen was from A Country, and his family was very well off. He lived with his son in the United States, and his son was engaged in international trade. His company was very large, and they all lived in a mansion that was worth 30 million dollars.

Eventually, nobody brought his name up again. Stacy also stopped contacting me. I heard that she broke up with a project manager and found another sugar daddy, who later broke up with her too. She was forever trying to snatch away other people's property or belongings, thinking that they were the only things worth fighting for. However, she never thought that things that had to be stolen or snatched away never truly belonged to her in the first place. … It rained heavily one day, and I wasn't able to get a cab at the hospital. It was literally pouring, and my umbrella was also destroyed by the wind.

"You really became full-time idiots as you got reborn? Your properties, documents, pack strategies... everything was stolen and seen in the hands of other people. I was already dead, so who do you think did this? Do you still think I killed someone or I betrayed the pack back then?" They were completely silent, trying to listen to everything I was saying, but I was starting to get mad again. This wasn't fair at all. I went through so much in the past life. I was humiliated publicly and I was abandoned because I allegedly killed someone and also betrayed the pack by giving out the pack secrets to enemies.

Liana was making a spectacle, and she was good at it. She wailed, she clung, she declared her pregnancy to the silent, judging hall. The whispers began, sharp and disapproving, directed at the human making a scene among the ancient and powerful. The story spilled out in her hysterical cries. After Marcus severed ties with her—symbolized by him stealing her protective silver and holy water—her welcome in his household had vanished. My human parents, finally seeing her manipulative nature, had closed their doors to her pleas. She’d been destitute.

Before I could even say a thing, he grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into a hug. “After five years of searching everywhere, I finally found you,” he whispered his warm breath brushed on my bare skin and his hug tightened. But our reunion was interrupted when we heard some screams on the other side of the room. We pushed each other away and ran towards the door. I had to go and see my girls before they get caught up with whatever the trouble was. For some reason, King Lawson seemed to also be in a hurry, making it look like he knew something was going on in this brothel. A few armed men got in our way but without hesitation, I lunged at one of them, held and twisted his hand as he scr

I hear him call after me in a singsong voice as I make my way down the stairs and I roll my eyes. By the time I'm in my car and headed off to who the hell knows where, I begin to wonder once again just who the cloaked man is. Clearly, he must have some sort of status to possess so much money, but I didn't recognize his voice. Nearly an hour later, I reach my destination, a couple of broken-down looking warehouses, and I can't but wonder who would stash anything of any value here. I park my car somewhat cautiously, then climb out into the cold night air, resisting the urge to shiver. "Okay," I say aloud as I slowly make my way across the yard, which is littered with pieces of trash and random

"You are too young to remember the wars with the Slavers. I am not. I have seen what happens when they turn their full attention to a pack. The tribute is steep, yes. But the alternative is extinction." The chamber falls silent as his words hang in the air. Elder Thorne rarely speaks of the past, of the time before the tribute agreement. The fact that he does so now underscores the gravity of the situation. "I wanted to find a different way," I say. My words hang in the air like a challenge. Elder Benjamin leans forward. "We can't afford to lose more of our own. Not now. Not after the sickness wiped out so many of us." I remember the young wolves, the blood on the ground. I thought we could

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"