Novel & Cerita I Stole

Okay. So. I didn’t die. I just had coffee with Ethan Quan and didn’t choke, faint, or confess my love while crying into a napkin. That alone is worth a trophy. Or a plaque. Or a full-blown N*****x miniseries titled Girl, Calm Down. As soon as I get back to the Carrington estate, I power-walk to my room like I’ve just shoplifted God and slam the door shut behind me. Ten seconds later, I scream into my pillow.

As my mom left, I picked up the flower. Why’d he leave this? I immediately threw the flower in the trash. I search around, but my laptop is nowhere to be found. It’s gone, and I know he fucking stole it. “Fucking green eyed psycho,” I mutter to myself. Oh this was war. I guess it’s time to pay Mr. Green eyed thief a visit.

He asks with a smirk on his lips once he caught what I had done, but I roll my eyes forcing the heat which wanted to rise to my cheeks to bury itself. “I just want to know why! Why were you in the middle of the road, why did you kidnap me and force me to stay here?” I ask refusing to get off of topic, I also didn’t want to bigger his ego by letting him know I definitely, enjoyed looking. “It wasn’t kidnap and I’m not forcing you to stay here, we have an agreement.” He smiles as though he was winning whatever this was, I wish I knew what was really happening here before I agreed to that agreement!

The man chuckled weakly. “He still wants her.” Dominic’s voice turned cold. “I’m aware.” The man leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed. “You stole something that belonged to him.” Dominic stood slowly. “That’s where you’re wrong.” He stepped closer. “She was never his to begin with.” The man shook his head. “You don’t understand.” Dominic’s gaze sharpened. “Then explain it to me.” The man hesitated. Victor crossed his arms. “You should talk,” he said. “Your life depends on it.”

he would put the gun in his own mouth. "No," I say. I grab his shirt. "No killing. Please." "Then tell me." I stare at him. I am trapped in the silence. The truth is a bomb I cannot detonate. "He... he found out," I lie. Or half-lie. "Found out what?" "That I am a thief," I say. "That I stole the money." Ciro stares at me. He blinks. "That's it?" he asks. "He left because of money?"

Alves tried to talk to her, she always looked disinterested. It was Saturday and Stella came to meet Daniel. Jordan was taking a shower and Stella was waiting for him in his room. Mrs. Alves was passing by when she saw something. She saw Stella stealing some money from Daniel’s wallet. She widened her eyes. She opened the door immediately. Stella flinched and put the money back in the wallet. “What are you doing Stella? Are you stealing money from Daniel’s wallet?” “What? N-no” “stop lying! I saw you just now”, Mrs. Alves said, grabbing her arm. Jordan came out of the shower. “What happened mom? What’s going on here?” “Daniel, I just caught Stella red handed. She was stealing money from your

I searched around for Michael’s SUV as I racked my brain. “Uh… it was a low-riding car. Like, not like the usual way a car sits on its tires, if that makes any sense. And it was white. A white, low-riding car with tinted windows. I don’t know anything other than that, though. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. It’s okay. Just take some deep breaths for me. You’re panting pretty hard.” Was I? Shit, I was. I drew in some deep breaths. “I don’t want my boyfriend to get in trouble. He only fought against them and sped off to get them away from me. They were grabbing for me. There are parking lot cameras at Grady’s Groceries. The footage should show—”

I start, desperately searching for a lie but coming up with none. Adiran leans into me heavily, his face pressing into my hair. “In your defense?” He mocks earning a scowl from my downturned face. “What did you do?” Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I kick another stone. “I stole.” The warmth of Adiran’s eyes cools ever so slowly, “Ari--” “It was only bread.” I retort, shoving my hands deep into my pockets in search of something to hold. “Besides,” nocking an eyebrow, I turn to him, “it’s not like they ever notice.”

He drags me toward the center of the room while the others keep their guns trained on the rest of the class. “Stay still!” he snarls in my ear. Another attacker steps closer. His eyes are cold behind the mask. “We know it’s in your head, girl. The Black Diamond. Your crazy grandfather put it there. Hand it over or we cut it out right now.” I shake my head frantically. Tears burn my eyes. “I don’t have it! Please, I don’t—”

"I bled for every scrap of affection. I fought for every inch of freedom. I didn’t come this far to let you—me—tear it down." The copy faltered. Ilia pressed on. "You don’t get to define me anymore. I’ve earned every bruise, every scar. And I will earn this too." The copy stepped back. Its face flickered—fear? "I’m not the girl they left behind. I’m not a servant. I’m not a mistake. I’m Ilia. And I belong to no one but myself." The mirror version screamed, lunging. But Ilia didn’t flinch.