Caught Stealing Audiobook Novels & Stories

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

Her eyes widened and her hand instantly flew up the where she had tucked the necklace away underneath her dress, but there was nothing there. "Chloe," Audrey began, reaching for the necklace and standing up. "Why do you have this?" "M-mother let me explain." Chloe stuttered, stepping back when she saw the lidded and annoyed look in her mother's eyes. "It...it was all Amelie. She was the one who stole it. I...I was simply keeping it...keeping it for you...and..." "Shut up you liar!" Audrey raged and before Chloe knew it, Her palm smacked her cheek hard, sending her to the floor. "How dare you steal from your mother you ungrateful brat!"

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

"Don't ask." As much as I was acting like this was all fun and adventurous, I was nervous as shit. And nervousness meant stealing. During the first stop, I pretended I needed to stretch my legs. I took something from every bag that was left unattended. On my way back to my seat something shiny caught my eye. What kind of man wears a Rolex on a bus like this? It would be challenging to get it off of him, but I loved a challenge. I threw myself into his lap. "Oh sir, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed.

" My phone rang and I picked it without saying a word. I heard him talking to someone. He had mistakingly dialled my number; Then I heard all the conversations; The phone pressed to my ear. LUCA: “What do you think you’re doing, Roger? How dare you give me 20 percent of the share…?” “Instead of 70%? You must be a coward for doing such!” He pushed Roger’s chest and he stumbled backwards. “How dare you?” he asked, walking toward him with giant steps. “You must be a millipede for attacking me in such a manner. I see no reason for such a huge share. After all, you didn’t do anything. Rather, you were chasing a lost lady around like the lazy butt that you are. You couldn’t even lift a finger. I d

"I tell ye my friend, I didn't change 'er mind nor did she want to give me the book. I used my charms on 'er by making 'er mind. No, why should I lie to ye? In all honesty, I took the book without 'er knowin'." Louisa looked at her friend with horror. "You stole the book?" "Stole? That's what ye'd call it. But I am telling ye the truth; what I did was takin' and not stealin'. But if ye say I stole it, then I did. I did it for ye, Louisa. I had sleepless night thinkin' of the book for yer sake. I thought and thought askin' myself 'ow will I get it?', and the one thing came to my mind that night like a whisper. Ye should understand it was night; a night is a time of the dark to manipulate our

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

Mr Ayden, my assignment, how much trouble I'll be in if I'm caught trying to steal a teacher's property because that is what I have been asked to do. I have been asked to steal a book. The same one I was reading the day he came looking for me and one that I know will not be easy for me to recover. Hells, I hate the man who owns it. Stealing something of Fredrick's should feel gratifying, especially if this book means a lot to him. It should feel like me carrying out payback, but it is also next to impossible. Who knows what security measures asshole Fred has put in his office. Security cameras might and might not be there, but apart from that there's locks, and his keys and the fact that I c