Book About Stealing Novels & Stories

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

*Gemma* Out of all the things that could happen to me in my life, I never expected to be kidnapped. My kidnapper refused to call it that. He lounged on the couch opposite mine, the picture of ease with legs crossed and a short glass of whiskey in one hand. "Retrieving, picking up, acquiring… choose your synonym, Springs."

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

The first thing people get wrong about stealing was that it’s exciting and it’s all about the thrill and running. Movies loved the running, those frantic footsteps after an alarm goes off. The desperate leap from rooftop to rooftop, the breathless escape through crowded streets. Racing hearts and jumping across rooftops with a priceless diamond tucked into your bra while police helicopters circle overhead. Personally, I blame those cliche movies because the reality is far less glamorous. The movie version of stealing, is all nonsense and real theft happens long before anyone realizes something was missing. It happens in the planning, In the waiting and In learning exactly which guard hated h

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

I asked as he stared at me, there were two more guards in the room, and the two others were making sure Ollie and Ethan were watching their movie and not looking for us. “It’s Carlos.” Liam said and my breath hitches. “Read the note Stan.” He said to one of the guards before he handed it over to him. “I will make this simple, I want Bella and the kid, I can make everything stop, no more wars, no more fighting and you never have to see or hear from me again, and maybe we can even create an alliance, imagine having an alliance with me, you are saying Liam, so is your mafia but with me, you will have more control in ever part of the city, we can form an alliance, to help each other when the ti

“You will tell me why you took the book.” I think it's best if I just tell the truth. This woman is cynical, I shouldn't drag the boys into this. They did nothing to deserve this torture. I swallow. “Actually-” “I took the book.” Karl says. “I wanted to check the history of my family and I heard the book has it. So I begged both of them to help me steal it.”

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

I wasn't just uninterested in Cohen. I was going to go back and report him to Ruben so he could properly punish this idiot. I didn't want to waste another second dealing with this toxic pair, so I turned to leave. However, Kate suddenly reached out and snatched the bag I had just bought. "Bitch, you can leave, but the bag stays!" Oh, so she was just going to rob me in broad daylight? I grabbed her arm hard. She let out a sharp scream, and her grip loosened. The bag slipped back into my hand.

The world tilted, shadows swimming at the edges of my vision. “My Lady?” The shadow-walker’s voice seemed distant. I braced myself on the table, drawing a ragged breath. “I am going to the Pack Hall. To the Enforcers.” The next morning, I strode into the Pack Hall, the heart of our territory’s law. “I need to report a crime!” My voice echoed off the stone walls. “My pup was stolen!” The Enforcer on duty looked up from his ledger. His eyes, a cool beta grey, assessed me. “State your grievance, Luna. Slowly.”