A Stolen Past Novels & Stories

Dylan turned to give her a look before returning his focus to driving and he laughed. “In the past, the master thief stole from the rich to give to the poor, but now stealing is a crime and you’ll go to jail if you’re caught and convicted. “Actually, it was a crime back then too, but it was a chaotic time and hard to catch them. Now, there are surveillance cameras everywhere. If the police want to catch you, there’s always a way.

she asked. He offered a faint smile. “Because I wanted you to see how they look at you—these people who would sell entire histories if the price was high enough. They wear civility like armor. But you... you still bleed beneath it.” Her jaw tightened. “And what are you offering me now, Mr. Sterling?” “Partnership.” The word hung between them, sharp and dangerous. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I’m assembling a team. The stolen paintings your father hid—they’re more than lost relics. Some of them were smuggled as part of a network still running beneath the city. I need access. You can open doors no one else can.”

The moment between Stefan and her was making me uncomfortable, I don't why, but I think I might be jealous, but why would I, maybe it's one of her tricks. “You led us here, so we can find the lost book of prophecies,” Stefan added. “Lost? I wouldn't say that... More like— stolen,” “Who stole it?” Damon inquired. “I did,” she bragged. I was still discovering about Hell, so all if this is still new to me, all I could do was listen and learn, Everyone seems to have forgotten what happened five minutes ago, but I was still traumatized, I almost kill them. “Why?”

Jake rolled his eyes. There are things I have done in my past that may come back to haunt you. I have accumulated most of my wealth through honest means, but a substantial portion of it was gained illegally when I robbed jewelry stores across several states. As with all thieves, I was dishonest with my partner. I hid a bag of jewelry worth half a million dollars in a trunk in the basement of the cabin I used to take you and your mother to before I left. It is secluded and my partner doesn’t know about it. I was supposed to give him half of the jewels but I didn’t because I was selfish. This trunk is under the floorboard in the corner by the wobbly shelf. You remember that shelf. You

“Grandmother, please,” I begged weakly as I sat down on the ground by my bed. The sun poured in through the window, spreading across the floor and creeping up the wall. Everything was going just as it has been in my past life. In my past life, I had been locked up because money had been found in my room. The money belonged to the pack and my grandmother accused me of stealing even when I told her I did not do it. In the end, Kendall had stolen the research report that I worked on for months and submitted it as her own. She became the most celebrated student among all the packs while I was known as a thief.

"Stolen, renamed, raised to perform loyalty. But not Laurent. Not blood. Not mine." Catherine flinched. The words landed where I intended. We had never spoken it aloud, not in twenty-two years. The secret that bound us, that defined every decision, every preference, every cold glance at the dinner table when Clara demanded attention and Celine sat quiet, waiting. "Don't," Catherine whispered. "Don't say it." "Why not?" I moved to the desk, unlocked the hidden drawer, pulled the leather ledger. "Because you forgot? Because you look at her now and you see the child you raised instead of the child you stole?"

I perceived I was wrong when I ran away but I couldn't turn back the time again. I caressed his cheeks “I’m sorry for being childish and stubborn in the past," I spoke shyly. He bit his lip “Let’s move forward and create happy memories from now on,” he kissed me like he was taking all the time in the world “Baby, I missed you every day, he breathed out "Don’t leave me again".

He stood, extending his hand across the desk, and Amelia hesitated only a moment before taking it, the weight of fifty years of buried theft finally settling into something that felt, for once, like the beginning of an ending instead of another twist. "There's one more thing," Damian said, his hand still holding hers a beat longer than necessary. "What." "Daniel mentioned you wanted this settled properly," Damian said. "Through lawyers, through documentation. He also mentioned something else. Something he found buried in the same records as my grandfather's original claim." Amelia's stomach tightened. "What kind of something?" Damian released her hand slowly, walking back toward the window,

His voice broke when he whispered, “If Bailey and I share the same beginning… then my whole life is not what I thought it was.” I stared at the papers, my heart pounding. Not twins. Not siblings. But still tied together by something unnatural. Someone had stolen babies. Someone had chosen who would be raised… and who would be lost. This was not just history. It was a crime buried for twenty nine years. And now, by chasing the truth, we were waking something dark. Something dangerous. A storm was coming.

I pried the vent open and— Nothing. Not a single fucking cent. My hands flew inside, groping blindly, even though my eyes already told me what I didn’t want to believe. My stash was gone. She took it. She stole my future. A sound clawed up my throat—something raw and painful—but it never made it past my lips. I sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing it back, shoving it down, down, down. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to cry.