I Stole Novels & Stories

At this moment, Sarah and her army of whores decided to rush over and knock over my clothes basket before pushing me to the ground. "Hey, b*tch, I know you're poor, but you shouldn't have stolen my iPod." Sarah shouted at me as she waved the white machine in her hand. "I just found this under the cotton wool in your room. You're not only a b*tch, you're also a damn thief!"

Peter A jolt of shock and disbelief surged through me as I processed Vasil's words. Stolen? When? How? "Stolen?" I repeated, my voice edged with frustration and desperation. "What do you know about the theft?" Vasil sighed heavily, his expression revealing his own disappointment. "It was taken just a few days ago... Right around the time you went into a coma. The theft was executed with an alarming level of sophistication. The museum's security was bypassed entirely. They're working on recovering the surveillance footage."

Then she can tell her what exactly she wanted from her. It was of no use of running because she was sure now that Susan had been stalking her. “You are not qualified to talk to me. Did you steal another person’s card to enter this place? Susan, how shameless can you be? after stealing my man, I wouldn’t even be surprised that you are a serial thief.

“Like I said, if someone doesn't follow us, someone might be offering her cheap pussy for a ride.” “Give that to me, you thief!” I brawl, my chest constricting, and my breath raspy. “Not until you kneel and admit that you stole a necklace of $20 at the store, and clothes, and you're so sorry, then we video you while you admit, after then you can have your cheap walker.” Stupid offers! I rather trek home than to admit to a crime I never committed. I ignored them and kept walking, then dashed into a corner where I knew they wouldn't be able to trail.

Adam whispered in her ears. Isabella did not react but after a minute she lifted her head up and asked. “Adam, I am sorry for the trouble I caused you. But what are you doing in my house this late?” “Well, I forgot my phone on your sofa and didn’t realize it till I was ready to go to bed. So I drove to your house. And when I drive in even the police van approached but when we got inside there was no one. I guess the intruders must have fled. And thinking that you will be scared the police told me to coax you to open the door. I was worried sick. But thank god you are fine. We will catch the culprit don’t worry. Did they take anything valuable?” He asked.

I made that mistake a few times and almost got shot by a street gang last year, when this girl Tally told them I stole her drugs, the same drugs she shot up her veins. And the fourth, and this is an important one, never steal. Many of us do, well most. I did it one time, just once, to a kid 2 years ago. I was fucking cold and hadn't eaten for days. I saw him stash a ten in the front pocket of his hoody and thought fuck it. I got the hoody, but only after he beat the fuck out of me. It turned out he was only short and was actually 17.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that things are not the way they once were.” “Indeed. I am only here because you requested that I hear you out.” I took a seat and placed my phone on the table, face down. “And I changed my number a while ago. How did you find it?” “I…I stole it from Liliana's phone the last time we were together.” “What?” “I needed to talk to you.” I scoffed at the ridiculousness of it all. “Well, I am here now.” “Thank you for coming.” He looked down. “I know I am not worthy of being in your presence but I couldn't help but reach out to you.”

Kairox, the king of rogues whose only life goal is to destroy and plunder…then where has all the money he's stolen gone? I follow him, like said dog because I can't bring myself to do anything else. It is the collar, or is it his scent? His entirety has this pull that makes me feel strange, makes me go quiet even though I have thousands of words to say. It is the collar and not the complicated drawings of black ink that crawl up his neck and cover the back of his arms, I conclude as we take a sharp turn.

Was it because Storm didn’t trust me or because he was scared I’d get hurt? I nodded my head and said, "I lost my parents when I was six." "Did you get adopted or?" Cara asked, and I hated that I had to fucking lie. I lied. "I was raised in an orphanage." It was sort of the truth. "It’s almost like a fairy tale. Like a lost princess stuck in a poor orphanage gets rescued by the prince." She joked. "Although from what I heard, you don’t need anyone to rescue you." Word had traveled fast that I had killed a rogue, and Alpha Lex wasn’t fucking happy about it.