Girlfriend Stolen Novels & Stories

“You’re a thief, Cassidy!” “I’m a what?” I snorted. Hestia's hands clutched the cold metal railing of the cell, her eyes burning with anger as she snarled at me. “You're a fucking stealer. You stole Zarion away from me!” She pointed accusingly at my boyfriend, who remained composed, unaffected by her outburst. ‘She’s just a whining child,’ he mind-linked me. I shrugged, and couldn't help but chuckle at her accusation. “I'm a... what? A stealer? A thief? Aren't you talking about yourself?” I shot back, finding amusement in her desperate attempts to provoke me.

The man scoffed. “What do I want?” he repeated. “You really don’t know?” Lucas didn’t answer. Didn’t care. His head throbbed. Everything felt heavy. --- “You stole my girlfriend,” the man snapped. That made Lucas let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “Your girlfriend?” he repeated slowly. His vision swam for a second, but he forced himself to stay upright. “I don’t steal anyone.” His voice dropped colder. “Get lost.” For a second—

However, the camera was shaking so hard, and the live comments were scrolling by so fast that the text was no longer readable. Grace pointed at the shattered dolls strewn across the floor, her voice rising to a high-pitched, shrill, and tremulous note. “You came at the perfect time! Look closely. All of this rubbish was bought with my boyfriend’s money! I destroyed my own property, so what are you going to do about it? I’m telling you, my boyfriend will never let you get away with this!” Howard remained leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a cold, detached gaze.

Blood trickles down my lip as I fight to stabilize my vision and endure the sharp pain stinging my left cheek. “Listen carefully,” Cole says into the phone, his voice a low, dangerous threat. “I have your little girlfriend with me here. If you want her back, you’ll follow my instructions. I want one million dollars brought to me in cash. It's either the money, or your lovely girlfriend here dies. Make your pick.” There is a pause. Leo must be trying to wrap his head around me being kidnapped by this psychopath. “I don't know who the fucking bastard you are.” Leo’s voice is deadly on the other end with his response. “If anything happens to my girlfriend, you won't just be receiving only the m

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

I wish James were my boyfriend instead. I stood outside the door and smiled, listening to my sister complain. Just as I expected, the second she saw my boyfriend, she wanted him for herself. For once, Mom actually scolded her. "You should stick with Ralph and stop getting such ideas! Ralph may be frugal, but he's honest and straightforward. "The Gardners' neighborhood is getting demolished for redevelopment. Ralph is an only child. Once you marry him and pop out a kid, all that compensation money and those new apartments will be yours!"

I answer "Hello?" "Is this Kyler Jacobs?" "Yes, and you are?" "That's not important what's important is I have your girlfriend and I want 5 million dollars" "You have my girlfriend?" "Yes, we have your girlfriend the one that appeared in the news with you" At this point I do not know whether to laugh or cry because I am with Carla there is no way anyone else could have her "I'm sorry but you don't have my girlfriend because she's with my right now" "That's impossible because I have her, I'll send you a picture"

Harry follows me and as he seems me falling on my knees in front of the toilet he holds my wing back o I don’t get puke all over it. “Get away from me”, I say as I keep emptying the contents of my stomach. After I finish he helps me stand up and I wash my mouth. Quickly I have the same people from earlier retouching my make up and all I want to do is cry. They are all paid by this crazy man and no one is helping me. I have been fucking kidnapped, I am being held here against my will and he is telling me I am getting married to him? No way in hell.

Many tidings emerged because the girl's parents, who died with Ethan, sued the Jackson family. The girl was not even eighteen years old, and the girl's parent alleges that Ethan influenced their daughter. Tabitha also just found out that Ethan had been approaching the girl for a year, but the girl's parents didn't allow it because their daughter was still young for Ethan. Her name is Ashley. All the truth is revealed, how Ethan approached the girl named Ashley and her family. Ashley lives in South America. The girl was from a good and conservative family, and her family was one of the landlords in this part of South Carolina.

the Thief complains as she approaches the man sitting on a small couch, “Theodore Heiden fucking showed up while I was in the house. Thanks for the heads up.” "I was keeping an eye on Robert. What the fuck do I know what his crazy son does?" He snorts and gets up from the couch, swaying, "Tell me you stole something, my good girl." "Hardly!" She spits and tries to say something else but the man suddenly raises his hand and lets a direct slap to her face. A growl starts deep in my chest, but I manage to stay in the same place. "Don't talk to me like that. Tell me what you stole, show me," he demands. The girl stands very still for a couple of seconds but then starts to move and raises her han