Essence Thief Novels & Stories

The deepest rot of an obsession doesn't show when the thief is quietly copying your walk or hiding behind your name; it erupts in a singular, unhinged scream of pure, concentrated envy when the stolen world is ripped from their fingers, exposing a lifetime of charting your milestones just to burn them down.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

Chapter 170: The Golden Fuel The vial of quintessence felt impossibly heavy in Natalia’s palm. The thick, viscous gold fluid inside surged against the glass, pulsing with a raw, alchemical heat that instantly warmed her frozen fingers. It was the stolen lifeblood of Oakhaven’s mountains, the concentrated energy Malakor had used to forge an empire from the blood of slaves.

The Archives. "There," Katherine pointed. At the very center of the chamber, suspended in a stasis field of flickering blue light, was a pristine, glowing vial. It contained a swirling, luminescent fluid that looked like liquid starlight. "The Origin Essence," Jack breathed. The missing piece of his soul. The blueprint to restore his True Alpha power. He took a step forward. “I WOULDN’T DO THAT, LITTLE PUP.” The voice echoed from everywhere at once—a deep, guttural snarl that vibrated with Alpha authority.

Beware of explicit raw words, do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ INTRO : She came to steal from him. And he wanted ws to fuck her and make her scream on his cock. ---------------------------------------------- GOLDEN'S POV All my life, I have always been a thief. That was who I am and I'm not ashamed of calling myself one. Except nobody knows me for that. On the surface, I'm a hot chick every man wants to taste. And while in their space. I take from them.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

] [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.

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

They could see the job was about to be completed. "You may have found out, but you have no proof," Dillon said, trying to be bold, though his voice wavered. "Oh really?" Hunter replied, showing him clips of the two stealing the funds from the bakery. Seeing the evidence, Dillon remained silent, completely shocked. Stella's face paled, realizing the gravity of their situation. For the rest of the night, they continued to oblige with everything the twins demanded, knowing there was nothing they could do. The twins walked away very satisfied, confident that Dillon would no longer be in their way.

"Nope." I clasped my hands behind my back, digging my nails into my skin until I bled. Jeffrey looked at me and continued, "Stop playing these childish games, Eleanor. Ives and I were the ones who funded the construction of these villas. We can give it to whoever we want. You've already taken more than enough. Remember, Rhianne is my real sister. She is the rightful Ms. Shaw and deserves to live a life our family can provide. Do you hear me?" "Crystal clear." I nodded meekly.