Girlfriend Stolen Novels & Stories

Everyone quickly complied. Um? “Help! A thief stole my bag! Help! Huhuhu, my bag!” a girl cried, and in the blink of an eye, I just saw Leena run at a fast speed to chase the thief carrying the girl’s bag. Moments later, Leena successfully grabbed the bag from the thief and carried it to the girl. They looked at each other and Leena smiled before handing the stolen bag to the girl. However, the girl is just standing there in shock and then blinking her eyes multiple times in utter disbelief. She just stood there frozen, like she saw a ghost or something. Um? What’s wrong?

The girl I have been obsessing over for years but I could not have. This woman was not good for my mind nor my soul. She had already stolen her way into my heart. How could I marry a woman I didn't love and discard the one I wanted to claim as my mate. I knew that she deserved the best that this world had to offer but I can't help the stray thoughts that would pop up in my head about her. How did I arrive at this? My office door swung open and Axel my Beta and best friend strolled in. He took a sniff if the air and a smirk formed on his face.

Later, I changed the sheets to gray. Sophia kept talking, unaware. "So if your fiance couldn't even handle pink sheets, maybe he didn't love you enough." The cup burned my fingers. I almost dropped it. I tried to smile. "Maybe he didn't." The room went quiet. Sophia looked confused, but Luca's voice turned cold before she could ask. "Or maybe he came back and found out the woman waiting for him hadn't waited at all." My breath caught. Sophia frowned. "Luca, what does that mean?"

I touched every single thing that was hers in the hopes that I would find something, but all I got were memories of the past and none of those indicated that she was on the verge of losing control. Her boyfriend seemed awfully distressed and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the puny human. He clearly had no idea who he had been sleeping next to since all he could talk about was how dangerous the city was and that he was scared she was dead in an alleyway somewhere. The poor fool didn’t know that Freya was the one who committed the murder! We left the apartment after telling him to let us know if she had come home and he asked us to let him know if we had found anything.

He grabbed my arm again. "You have no choice but to come with me… or else, I'm gonna tell everyone here that you are my girlfriend." My eyes widened. "Do you want everyone to know that you replaced your boyfriend, and what you replaced was his hot brother? Because you're so impressed with how handsome I am? And you're willing to give everything to me?"

The woman told me her name was Fiona. At first, Fiona's boyfriend lied about going abroad with his best friend to make a fortune. He tricked Fiona into going with him. Fiona was tempted, but her boyfriend sold her to the Karr brothers, who owned the boat. Fiona's boyfriend counted the money in front of her and left without looking back.

She attempts to interrupt her but was cut off "How many times will I tell you to stop interrupting me when I talk? Shut your trap up and do as I say, Cancel the contract!" She says angrily and cuts the call "What’s crawled up your ass!?" She heard a voice say and she turns to look at the person who just said that, Pamela! Dante’s girlfriend that’s also was involved in the theft. The blonde lady walked towards her with a smile on her face "The same thing that’s about to crawl up your ass!” Rielle replied her and the woman starts to laugh

Bryan stammered. “Speak up. Now!” “I—I got them from the thief I caught!” Bryan blurted, his words tripping over each other. “A thief came into the jewelry store at the mall… and I caught her taking these!” His boss raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “Yes, sir. And my girlfriend here helped me catch the thief,” Bryan said, nodding toward me. Girlfriend? My eyes went wide. I stared at the back of Bryan’s head like he’d lost his mind.

When the story became a tragic accident and I became the grieving friend instead of the bully who drove her there. But I hadn't stopped soon enough. And now, somewhere in this city, someone knew. Someone had the screenshots, the group chat, the proof that I was not the victim I pretended to be. The bandages tightened. The saleswoman stepped back, satisfied. "There, Miss Laurent. You'll hardly notice." I stood. I walked to the Veronique, touched the silk, felt it cold and smooth against my fingers. I will wear it. I would smile. I would dance with Xavier and hold his hand and believe every word he said because believing was easier than doubt, because trust was the only thing I had left that f

"I told you, I told you my BFF would solve it! He's amazing! You are too, sweetheart, but you're not a detective yet." "He found the girl?" I asked anxiously. "He did. It was your weird ex-neighbor and that cow who kidnapped the girl and took her to your stepfather's company." Giovanna excitedly told everything Flavian had told her, including how the little girl had shot Lennon and Mara with a nail gun. "Seems like crazy girls are born crazy and multiply," Rafael was laughing. "Yeah, I think Stella is keeping excellent company," I concluded. "Fortunately, nothing happened to this girl."