Book Thief Novel Novels & Stories

] [She should have gone to grad school, then for her doctorate, met an equal, started a company…] [If only she'd known—they wouldn't have siphoned her luck piece by piece.] Through the commentary, I learned everything—the truth and the ending they had written for me. I was going to die. I was an orphan. In university, I'd met Tristan, who seemed honest and dependable. His parents had treated me like their own daughter, doting and proud. But it was all a façade. I had been chosen—selected. Tristan's father, George, possessed an old family secret, a method for borrowing another's fortune. Over generations, it had faded; now, it only worked on members of their own household.

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

It was Christmas Eve. I had flown home in a hurry, hoping to surprise my wife. But the moment I stepped inside, I heard Nancy Summerson say gently, "Dad, Mom, this is Ronald Riverton. We've been secretly married for years." She heard the door open and turned around. The second she saw me, she walked over and slapped me across the face. "You thieves are getting bolder by the day. Breaking and entering during Christmas Eve? Get out now!" I stared at her, my eyes red. I grabbed her hand tightly, hoping she would give me an explanation. She flung my hand away and took a phone out. "I've called the cops, and they'll be here very soon! They'll arrest you, thief!" Then Nancy turned back to her f

Heading to Elva's room. I opened the door and she was still deeply asleep,i know it will take some time before she wakes. Why don't i just get another copy of the torn novel before she wakes up. I scurried out of her room ,walked into mine and took enough cash before walking out of the house. I started trekking to the Bookshop down the street. 📚 Luckily,i purchased the last copy of the novel,i paid the lady behind the desk and was about walking away when i sighted another novel.

My heart kicked against my ribs as instinct screamed at me to hide, but my body refused to move. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Lewis has told me so many times. He had warned me of his rivals but never imagined they would follow me here. I stood up slowly, shoving my books into my bag with trembling hands. I tried to move calmly, to not draw attention, but my panic betrayed me. The figure followed. I weaved between shelves, cutting toward the exit, but every time I looked back, he was closer. Not running. Just walking.

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.

Sophie gave me a smile but didn’t ask questions. Few of my colleagues texted, asking if I’m okay? I ignored their messages cause none of it mattered anymore. That night, I was alone in my small apartment as usual, I placed the stolen book on my bed and opened it under the soft glow of a lamp. It’s time to rewrite my ending. The pages shimmered. Lucian appeared before me, completely free of the library’s time limits. “Did you…steal me?!” he said, he was shock. He stepped closer, touching my face as if he still couldn’t believe it. “What have you done, my love?”

While she was still immersed in her thoughts, the thief was already getting close to her. Silvia used to read adventure novels when she was a child, so she was particularly valorous. At this time, when she saw that the thief had stolen from those two little boys, she instantly wanted to save the day. When the scrawny thief ran past her, Silvia immediately stretched out her leg and tripped him up. Seeing that the thief had taken such a hard fall, Silvia felt a little sorry for him as she quietly withdrew her leg. However, the thief shouted, "B*tch, why are you being so f*cking nosy. I'll kill you today!"

She expertly appraised the contents of the room, taking stock of the treasures on display: Diamond-encrusted necklaces lay beside ancient scrolls, their yellowed parchment crackling with age, a Renaissance-era painting hung adjacent to a Buddhist monastery's intricately carved door and a gold-plated, gemstone-studded sarcophagus dominated the far wall, its lid slightly ajar lay amidst a lot of other treasures that most undisciplined thieves might have a hard time overlooking.

“Tell me, where is my niece?!” Delcy glared fiercely at the man, who was nearly forty years old. He was a powerful figure, running auctions in the black market—dealing in human trafficking and smuggled goods. Ead exhaled sharply. “Mr. Draco Riordan refuses to give up your niece. Just let it go. Besides, you got extra money, didn’t you? Just wait until Mr. Riordan gets bored of your niece, then you can sell her to another man.”