Caught Stealing Audiobook Novels & Stories

Elodie stood frozen. “What do you mean by that?! “Do you even know who I am?! “Do you know what’ll happen if you take me away?!” The inspector cuffed Elodie before taking off the Beads of Eyes without hesitation. “This is stolen! “Last night, an anonymous person reported his Beads of Eyes were stolen along with his Audi A8! “Since the proof is all here, we’ll have to bring you in!” Then, another inspector pulled out the key to the Audi A8 soon after.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

"I thought we already had a deal. Why do we need them?" "Just so they will be made aware of the rogue leaving the territory. You see, Aeon, my son, is the one who captured the rogue, and he has taken her under his wing until he can use her to capture Achilles. And I’m sure he would throw a fit if he found out I let the rogue go." "And your point is?" Alpha Aurelius butted in. He didn’t even hide the annoyance in his expression. "I just want them to know the real reason why the rogue is leaving, so it will be explained well to my son."

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?”

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

All I could hear was the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered for Zordon, the man who had stolen my mate. I pulled into the driveway with my tires screeching over the concrete pavement, barely stopping before I shoved the door open and stormed inside. The moment I crossed the threshold, the suffocating silence of my home wrapped around me, amplifying the storm in my chest. A maid appeared, her head bowed, holding out a tray with a steaming cup of tea. "Alpha, your tea." I slapped the tray from her hands. The porcelain shattered against the floor, and the dark liquid splattering across the pristine marble. The maid gasped, stepping back in fear, but I didn't care.

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

Kairox, the king of rogues whose only life goal is to destroy and plunder…then where has all the money he's stolen gone? I follow him, like said dog because I can't bring myself to do anything else. It is the collar, or is it his scent? His entirety has this pull that makes me feel strange, makes me go quiet even though I have thousands of words to say. It is the collar and not the complicated drawings of black ink that crawl up his neck and cover the back of his arms, I conclude as we take a sharp turn.

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"