Book About Stealing Novels & Stories

"Why would someone want to steal money records from a case that's already been finished?" Sofia and I looked at each other. The same terrible thought hit us both. "Because", I whispered, "someone needs to change the story. And without that book, they can." Outside, thunder rolled like a warning. The storm that had been building for weeks was finally here. And we had just lost our strongest weapon right when we needed it most. The night felt darker than ever.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

I wanted to ask why I was just now being informed of this, but it didn’t matter and I wasn’t going to quabble. Harold was a once trusted accountant who had been stealing from us as it turned out for many years. He took such small amounts it didn’t set off any alarms for a while. That was the main problem with thieves. They would take a little bit and get away with it. Then they would begin to feel empowered, emboldened but then the greed would set in. They would feel like a little more wouldn’t go unnoticed, and so on … until they were in way over their heads and it was far too late.

If the Alpha discovered it was him, he would need to flee far away to stay alive. I passed between two ladies wearing tiger fur coats and sparkling necklaces. Alright, think, Eleanor! I wasn’t good at stealing, and this was the first time I was doing it. Rubies are worth about ten thousand dollars each, and small diamonds between twenty and thirty thousand. I just needed something large and adorned with gold. Stealing one big item was better than taking several different pieces; the chance of getting caught would be much higher. The last thief in the palace had both hands cut off by order of the Alpha King. I needed to do this once, and do it well.

I didn't found it. Who would stole it here? Our house is well closed. But why it was stolen? Is there someone who also have a keys the same with mine and uncle? It is impossible for that to happen. It suddenly occurred to me the conversation earlier between the teachers within the faculty. Mrs. Vega tolled them that the book we borrowed was already in the hand of Brenda. Who is this Brenda? Why would she try to steal it?

I asked coldly, “Who did that?” I raised my head. My cold gaze drifted around the room and finally settled on the book in Vivian’s hand. She sneered, “Now you are finally back. I thought you wouldn’t dare to come back after stealing from others.” “What do you mean? You mean I have stolen something?” I asked with a sneer. “Yes, it was you. You stole the book, the one with an autograph!” She raised the book, “And here it is. I just found it in your bag.”

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*