I Stole Novels & Stories

* * * * * * * * * * 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.

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

He stood up clenching and unclenching his jaw, sucking in deep breaths then he went upstairs. "You are nothing but a thief, you gold digger," Rebecca said and threw her bubble gum on my face before following Adriano upstairs. I was so shocked and confused that I didn't even know when I burst into tears. I have never stolen anything from anyone in my entire life. I don't even steal from my own parents. Whenever I want something, all I do is ask for it or go and get my own with my own money. Lying and stealing are the two things I hate being accused of. It makes me so disappointed in myself.

Faking tears that welled up in my eyes, I nodded in agreement with him and said, “Yes, you are right, Richard. I fucked up! I sold your family’s pendant! I sold it! I was the one who stole it from your wardrobe and went ahead to sell it to ABC Companies. I am a criminal, Richard. And I accept it with all my heart—I stole your family’s Generational Pendant. And I didn’t just steal it… I also sold it!” Richard blinked at me, caught completely off guard. “What are you talking about, Zoey? You stole the necklace?” I nodded without hesitation. “Yes, Richard. I stole it! And I sold it as well!”

" 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!"

"Tell me we don't sacrifice our own to those—those monsters." I couldn't lie to her. Not about this. "It's complicated," I'd said instead, which was perhaps worse than a lie. "Complicated?" She'd nearly spat the word. "There's nothing complicated about stealing newborns from their mothers! About telling families their cubs died in birth when you're really feeding them to slavers!" "It's to protect the pack," I'd argued, the justification sounding hollow even to my own ears. "The arrangement has kept us safe for generations. One cub to save hundreds."

"I got involved with the wrong people. When I was using. You know how it was. I kept borrowing money that I didn't have, promising I'd pay it back the next week or the next month. Eventually I just... stopped promising." Malakai stayed silent. He was sitting up straighter now. His face was still pale, but his eyes had sharpened. Aiden squeezed his eyes shut, chills running down his spine at the memory. "I stole from them. It wasn't cash, but some new product. I thought I could sell it myself, make enough to cover what I owed and have some left over. I was stupid. So fucking stupid. They caught me two days later." A lump formed in Malakai's throat. He had a ver

I hesitated, then swiped to answer. “Hey, Scar.” “Hi,” I replied, showing another bundle of clothes into the suitcase. “What happened?” she asked immediately, her voice low but urgent. “I can hear it in your breathing. You’re upset.” “He stole from me,” I spat out before I could stop myself. “What?” She paused. “Who stole from you? Oh no, don’t tell me that idiot Caden is—"

My modus operandi wasn't a master plan, I was just desperate for money and willing to do anything I had to do. So… I would go out with men on dates and I made them take me home. When I was in their homes, I gave them a pill—I stole those from Cassie's mom—and put them to sleep... then I would steal anything I could, their money or expensive possessions, anything I could take with me and pawn later. It worked wonderfully with four guys, but then the fifth one had to get all butt-hurt and talk to Alpha Felix. I got arrested and taken to him but, luckily, he didn't know about the past four men I robbed, only the fifth one.

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.