Book Review Out Stealing Horses Novels & Stories

"We must not let them know we’ve made a partnership," I said, my voice hardening as the plan began to crystallize in my mind. "If they think I’m just a runaway, they’ll be reckless. But if they know I have you behind me, they’ll go into hiding. I want them to be loud. I want them to be arrogant. I want them to think they still have something to steal."

If I’m going to live with a monster, I will see the bed I’m going to lie in. “This way, El,” Alaric directs me, and I pull my eyes away to follow him around the pack house to a carriage pulled by three black horses waiting right behind the house, next to a pile of dead wolves. The carriage is round, made of black metal and red fabric that looks worn, but it’s far grander than anything I’ve seen before. The horses are stunning, massive with white and black fur. Their glowing red eyes lock on me as I walk to the carriage and in those eyes, I see nothing but blood. Something about the horses draws me to them and I reach out, smoothing my hand down the neck of the horse nearest me. The horse nei

And in her arms, swaddled in a soft grey pelt, was a pup. A little female, about a year old, with curious dark eyes that took in the crowded hall. One glance. One heartbeat. I knew. My legs almost buckled. I took a step forward, but Ethan grabbed my arm. “Lily, wait, let me—” “Let you what?” I ripped my arm from his grasp, the tears finally breaking free. “Explain how you stole her? Explain the moon-tide induction that nearly killed us both? Or explain how you and your never-forgotten she-wolf used my daughter to patch the hole your son left?”

Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front… Perfect. Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move. "Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins." I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly. The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run. The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"

Windows opened one after another as people leaned out, pointing, whispering, and then laughing as they realized what was going on, while others pulled out their phones to record. I instinctively tried to hide, but Jonathan yanked on the leash around my neck, forcing me to stay exactly where I was. There was no escape. I curled in on myself, trembling all over as a crushing sense of humiliation swallowed me whole. Victoria had no intention of stopping any of it. She even took out her phone and recorded me in that moment of complete disgrace. My chest tightened painfully as I forced myself to speak. "Victoria, are you just going to believe everything he says? What kind of thief could steal mil

Elena looked back at the burning ruins, the sky above glowing red and gold. For the first time, she understood what The Stolen Pride truly meant — not just a legacy lost or a bloodline broken, but the cost of holding on too tightly to something that was never meant to be owned. She whispered into the rising smoke, “We’ll carry it right this time. Not as pride. As truth.” Alessandro wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Together.” She nodded, leaning into him as the fire consumed the past. And somewhere within the blaze, faint and fleeting, she swore she heard Matteo’s voice once more —

They swarmed like hyenas, forcing my jaw apart while scraping up the debris. Rose thorns gouged my cheeks, drawing blood that mingled with the cloying floral aroma. I gagged on the metallic tang and prickly invasion, my throat raw and protesting. The crimson chaos blurred my vision. The tokens of affection I'd chosen so carefully were now weaponized against me. Monica and Jake observed with sadistic smirks, their eyes alight with vindictive triumph.

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.

"Come on, man, don't joke around. That fried chicken cost more than $200. I don't even make that much in a day. I left it right here. You really didn't see it? "I'm just a college student working part-time. If that order is gone, I'll basically be working for free for two days." Meanwhile, Derek stood there with his arms folded across his chest, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "You definitely took it. Stealing food just to survive? Looks like you really can't make ends meet." I repeated the same trick I'd used at lunchtime and had the driver verify the address on the order. The driver rubbed his eyes and checked it three separate times before finally confirming there had been no del

“Jail?” I blink. “Yeah.” He laces his fingers behind his head, abs flexing like they know they’re being watched. “I stole him. He was underfed and abused. The owner pressed charges, but the judge liked me.” A pause. “So Midnight got his forever home here with us.” I look at the photo again. Raven-black coat. Proud stance. Of course, his horse would be dramatic. “He’s beautiful.” “Yeah,” he says softly, eyes distant. “But he has issues.” Of course he does.