Book Thief Novel Novels & Stories

“Was that what the noise was about? I was sleeping when I heard the noise and I was wondering what the noise was all about.” He nodded “The neon diamond is gone” I placed a hand over my mouth “How?? I thought it was under maximum security,how could they possibly get through?” “A woman stole it” My heart skipped. “A woman?” “Yes, a woman” he said as he walked further into my room, my heart started beating faster because the same diamond he's talking about is in the same room. As I looked at him, he didn't look like the same Raymond I knew. It looks like he left his arrogance at the door.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

There was not even a single task their sages assigned them to do. Clara was humming to herself when her eyes spotted the red leather-bound book she stole in the hidden room beneath the redwood. Until now, she was wincing at the idea that she managed to steal a book that wasn’t hers. Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done.

" I was going to have mercy on you but now, you got my shoes all bloody!" "S...sseriously?" He quivered, his trembling hands on his bloody cheek as he looked up at me, a little ray of hope in his eyes. He was pathetic. I sighed slowly. "No, of course not." I rolled my eyes. "If anything, I'm getting bored and pissed." "Lilith. It isn't so bad of a name. I mean, I see where it comes from now." A deep voice commented just as I put the knife to Joe's throat in order to finish him in a clean swipe.

“About my little stunt the other day... my apologies. Today, I’m planning a quieter outing.” Marcello’s eyes were watchful. “As you wish, Ms. Vancouver.” “I was thinking of visiting a charming little library in Greenwich Village,” Claudine continued. “My brain needs a vacation from all these real-life dramas. A little book therapy.” “The Boss has huge bookshelves, Ms. Vancouver,” Marcello pointed out, his voice flat. “And you can always order any book you want.” Claudine sighed dramatically. “Oh, Marcello, it’s not the same! This particular library has a very rare first edition I’m hoping to glimpse. It’s a matter of... literary pilgrimage. You can’t just order a spiritual experience, can yo

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

Just enough room existed for me to fly straight up and back down to get to my special items. I had a big stack of books I kept right next to my bed. Gera usually found them on the side of the road, sometimes left outside the door of the library, not properly tucked into the slots. Some of them were so old and battered the words were barely visible, but I kept them anyway. Beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say. I liked to think that one day I would bring back the books that were still nice enough for the library, and buy some of my own. I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts.

" Are you okay?" "Yeah. Yeah." I replied breathlessly. I took another step forward and something moved in the pocket of my dress. On instinct, I pushed my hand into the pocket of my floor length dress just to feel something hard grazing my fingers. It was that book I'd stolen from in here earlier, the one Noah asked me to go with. I decided to return it because, there was really nothing I could do with it since it didn't belong to Noah's mother and Madame Alexis had no idea who the initials belonged to. We'd hit a dead end and it was time to start afresh. "Where did you say you got the book from?" Zoe called. I pointed to an area slightly illuminated. The lightning was dim, a warm yellow glo

But then I reminded myself that I wouldn't be getting into trouble if I had my own things and didn't have to beg anybody for theirs or accept what people suggested, just like in Celia's case. And looked at me sternly for some time, seemingly assessing me in and out before he finally said something. "Where did you get this?" He asked, raising the book I had been reading. I was so scared instantly and my heart raced while my mind scrambled for a believable lie that would get me out of this messy situation. "I... I." I stuttered for a while before something came to my mind, a lame lie. "I stole it from one of the guards," I stammered, not wanting to put anybody in trouble and also hoping that m

"Naomi wants deep-dish pizza. Let’s leave early tomorrow." I shut the laptop and headed back to my room. The second I pushed open the door, an overpoweringly sweet perfume hit me in the face. My princess-style bedroom had been turned into a bunk bed setup. The desk that used to hold all my academic trophies was now covered in Naomi Gibson’s lipstick, foundation bottles, and half a box of leaking strawberries. This room had stopped belonging to me a long time ago. I climbed onto the top bunk and froze when I saw my pillow. That day came crashing back into my mind all over again. Cameron Morrow had ripped Naomi’s exam admission ticket out from inside my pillowcase and hurled it straight at my