A Stolen Past Novels & Stories

I stammered out, shifting nervously on the couch where I sat watching the news. “Oh, come on Hillary, let’s put off the pretense. You know exactly who I am, you man thief. You stole my man from me, you ruined my perfect plans. And guess what honey, I couldn’t steal him back from you no matter how hard I try. You had your claws rooted deep within him, making it virtually impossible to get him away from you. That is why I turned a blind eye when his death was being plotted.

I am definitely not Scarlett anymore. “I am a thief!" I say firmly, surprising myself more than anyone else in the room. "My father stole money from a bank in town and took me along to help him hide it. I did not know it was your land. I fell of a ditch and lost consciousness, only to find myself here when I regained consciousness. Please, I promise that I will not ever steal again.” They look at each other. The taller guy nods, and the shorter one lets go of my arms. “Okay, okay. Good.” Then he walks toward me and whispers into my ear while the other one watches us both carefully.

, One dropped and for a minute, I took a pause to listen to her. “Stolen?” “What was that and who stole it?” I asked almost immediately,wondering what could be that previous to disturb one of the billionaire’s of the city. “A treaure owned by his grandfather. It was passed to him but Alexander stole it and kept it in his possession since then. Grey is not a strong man at heart. He easily gets trampled upon and it’s not surprising that he was a victim of Alexander’s bullying”, One explained and immediately, I felt a cold feeling engulf my soul.

"Well, in a way, I know, I know I'm not broke, but you know how it is. Now, and be honest, should I fire the boy in question or not?" I chewed my meat and potatoes, ate some toast, swallowed, and wiped my lips with another of the cloth napkins laid out on the white tablecloth. "The boy in question is not stealing from you." I stared at him. "Not now. He did. In the past. Not in the distant past, though..." "You mean he stole from me," he interrupted me. "That is correct, he stole you in the past. And he knew how to hide it. He's good at what he does."

The chasm between their worlds. Marcus sighed, a performance of disappointment. “Such a touching crisis of conscience. But it doesn’t change the forensic reality. The evidence implicating Mr. Stalker in the theft is already en route to the relevant authorities. A tragic tale: a disgraced engineer, seeking to reclaim his masterpiece, infiltrates the very company that owns it, seduces its CEO for access, and executes the heist. The ‘Butcher’ becomes a thief. And you, Anton, become the world’s most gullible fool.” The trap was not just around them; it was inside them, coiling in the space of withheld truth and weaponized past.

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

My father interrupted my thoughts again and I turned on him, hissing as I felt the anger flow through my veins. He took a step back and let me go as I rushed up the stairs and straight into the library. I searched for the books about the ancient and started to pull them out one by one when my father appeared by my side to offer his help. I knew he still wanted to know what happened, but what was I going to tell him? That Fynn had betrayed me yet again? That Fynn lied about meeting me alone and had led me straight into a trap? That I was stupid enough to believe the lies of a damn beast who I fell in love with years ago and still couldn’t stop thinking about even after all this time …

I asked again, my voice unsteady. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head slightly. "You want to know why I'm here, Olivia? Well, let me tell you. The car I took—it was stolen. Everything I had, everything I thought I had built... it’s gone. I tried to go back home, thought maybe I could fix things, but my family—" He paused, his jaw tightening. "They didn’t want anything to do with me. They blamed me for everything that happened to you." His words hit me like a blow to the chest. The car he had taken—the same one that was supposed to represent our escape from that awful place, from everything that had gone wrong—was stolen? And now he was left with nothing?

Flashback (Three Months Ago) The Mediyoung Company’s takeover by the board of directors left Stuard bankrupt in an instant. Beyond the staggering loss of his wealth, he had become the city's most wanted fugitive. As a man now publicly branded a vampire, Stuard could not simply abandon his fortune. He planned to retrieve the vast stores of gold and treasures he had hidden in a secret basement directly beneath the company headquarters. “I have to go back to the building, Lamia!” Stuard declared, a week after the police had dismantled his empire.

They were having fun, kahit kasisimula pa lang ng gabi nila. Sometimes, I get jealous a little bit whenever my friends are having such gatherings or mga gala. Naiinggit ako kasi hindi ko ‘yon magawa anytime I want, unlike them na kahit anong oras at kahit saan nila gusto, ay walang pipigil sa kanila. While they were having so much fun and living the best out of their lives, ako nandito... Naka-stuck sa apat na sulok ng kwarto ko.