A Stolen Past Novels & Stories

Dahil hindi mayaman at isang kahig isang tuka ang lalaking minahal ni Ada ay hindi naging pabor dito ang kanyang mga magulang. Lalo pa't bata pa lang ay sinabi na sa kanyang ikakasal siya sa bunsong anak ng mga Griffin na siyang kaedad niya. But she is stubborn, so as her heart. Minahal niya si Neo at itinago niya sa lahat ang naging relasyon nila. Kaya noong nalaman ito ng kanyang mga magulang ay agad silang ipinaghiwalay. Neo tried to save their relationship. Pero kahit na pilit niyang ipinaglalaban si Ada ay wala pa rin siyang nagawa noong sumuko ito at iniwan siya. Ada married Felix. But then she became a battered wife. Not just physically but also emotionally. Kaya nang nagkaro

"He’d reach for my laptop without a second thought. When he broke our bond for my sister, he was too arrogant to realize he’d left his digital scent on my hardware. It’s my device, Rowan. Bought with my own coin. Whatever he left on it belongs to me now." "The law of the pack would call it theft," Rowan countered, "but the law of the street calls it opportunity. I don’t need your help to crush a Graves—I’ve been taking territory from him since before you were Luna. He told you it was personal, didn't he?" "He did. He took it as a challenge to his bloodline." "It was. I have a long memory when it comes to his father, Richard. But tell me... what’s the true cost of this stolen intel?"

I question, my voice a breathless murmur. He finally lets me go, and I couldn't be more grateful. He steps backward, the sound of his shoes hitting the concrete floor echoing across the walls. This stranger is tall, and threatening, but I try my best to keep composed. "Malik has something I need. His family stole it from mine many years ago, and I want it back," he informs me. Is it money? How in the world am I supposed to steal money from the Alpha of Love? He may be an extremely wealthy man, but even getting to it would be a mission in itself. Sneaking it out, a different story...

Her hands balled into fists, and she started hitting his chest until he caught her wrists, holding them still. “You are beautiful, Dianna. And smart too,” Clinton assured her, but she wasn’t done. “But I’m not Daphne, am I?” she whispered, the weight of her words filling the silence between them. “It always comes back to her. She’s gone, Clinton. You need to accept it.” She went still then, gripping the edge of the table, her hands trembling. “I miss her too, you know? She hurt me in ways you can’t even imagine. Do you even know she was the reason I was kidnapped?”

"I won't believe a single word unless someone proves it." Ariana's mother slowly walked forward until she stood beside Adrian. "It's true." Nick looked at her with anger. "I've had enough of your lies." "This isn't one of them." Victor climbed halfway back up the steps. "What are you trying to do?" Ariana's mother answered calmly. "I'm giving him something that was stolen." Nick laughed bitterly. "My life has been stolen since the day I was born." Adrian's smile faded for the first time. "You think you suffered?"

" I said, shaking my head in denial. "But you don't remember your past, Maria. How can you say you were not a drug dealer? Or perhaps..." he trailed off, his gaze sweeping over me, and said, "You were a thief. You stole something from them, and that's why they were after you." I choked on my saliva. I couldn't say anything anymore because, as he had said, I don't remember my past. So either of these things must be the truth. I doubted, though: how can I be a thief or drug dealer?

I wish it didn't have to go down this way because she's such a sweet girl, but it's the only way that I knew for certain would grab his fucking attention. Regardless of who it was, he and Trigger fucked me over, and both reap the consequences of their actions. Poor Harley got caught in the middle. Ten million dollars was fucking stolen from me over ten fucking years ago and it's time I get what's owed to me. And I know they fucking have it. Like clockwork, my cell phone rings, and Brixton's name flashes on the screen. I flick the butt of my cigarette onto the grass and answer on speakerphone, still sitting on the porch.

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

Please leave my daughter alone. I lean in and whisper “you never should have stolen from me, it’s such a shame.” I stand up straight and turn to my right hand man, “he didn’t tell me the pin on time and delayed my new club opening. Guess that means we still do what we please with his daughter.” “No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life.

Fighting back tears, I fixed my gaze on Liam, the one who was supposed to be my biological brother. I then declared defiantly, "You're absolutely right about that. I'm indeed putting on an act! I'm obviously the biological daughter of the Johnson family, so I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine! What does it matter that Tina stole my guaranteed spot at the university? I'm smarter than her, so I'll always be better than her!"