I Stole Novels & Stories

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

“Who let you borrow this?” “Hey,” she protested. “I need that to get back upstairs.” I slipped the card into the pocket of my basketball shorts. “Who let you borrow their card?” I asked louder than before. “No one.” She dipped her chin. “I stole it from Contessa.” “You stole it?” “Oh, come on. Like you’ve never committed crimes.” Murder. Theft. Bodily injury. Disposing of bodies. Blackmail. Fraud. The list went on.

Her gaze flicked between us, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I was just leaving,” I said quickly, grabbing a book and making my way to the door. That night, I was in the kitchens fetching some fruit when Stella stormed in. Her eyes were wild, and she looked angrier than I’d ever seen her. “What did you take?” she demanded. “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “Don’t play dumb with me!” she snapped. “I saw you sneaking out of the treasury earlier. What did you steal?”

She asked the employee to tell her everything they knew about the theft. The employee admitted that they had been siphoning money from the company's bank account for several months. They had been using the money to pay off debts, and they had no intention of stopping. Amira was appalled by what she was hearing. She knew that she had to act quickly to prevent any more damage from being done. She called the police, and they arrived at the company within minutes. The employee was arrested, and they were charged with theft and fraud. Amira felt a sense of relief, but she also felt a deep sense of sadness.

And before you realize you've been taken from, it's too late. I bite my lip and hold back the urge to punch his cute face. Fucking dipshit. " I can't steal from a mobster. The last time I did that , I ended up as a hostage and a toy to get toyed with by you and your brother." " Don't you fucking get it? You don't have a choice. Just do what you know how to do best. Steal." He says, not even feeling remoursed he just bruised my ego.

I hissed and he chuckled "Why?" "What do you mean why? It's my lips" I said and that made him laugh "That's mine.. Besides I can steal whatever I want since you already stole something from me" huh? What did I steal? "Excuse me? I'm not a thief.. I never stole anything from you" I said opening my water bottle "Never? Never?" He asked and stole my water bottle "Hey!" "Let's go beautiful , today I want to have you all day" He stated and pulling me to the lockers

She was scared out of her wit, the least she needed, definitely wasn't to watch the fire sizzling in his bluish eyes. "Speak you bitch!" Alicia flinched at his tone. "I stole the swipe car from your briefcase when you actually went to use the bathroom, on the day we had sex." "Oh..." Mark mouthed, "so other than being a slut, you are a thief?" "No, that's not true." Alicia vehemently denied. "I am not a slut neither am I a thief." "Then what do you call, taking someone's thing without the owner's permission? Do you have a new name for it other than stealing?"

I say, "I just want what's best for you. You don't know how much it kills me to have to do this. But it would kill me to watch you starve, baby. It really would." I pull away. He stares at me sheepishly. "Stop crying." I nod and wipe under my eyes. "Okay." "Can I tell you something? You won't be mad?" I shake my head. "I steal sometimes too," he confesses. "I'm really good at it."

I've just been buried in bed, eating fries and chicken. I hate my life. I hate everything about my life. I poured my heart and soul into that gown only for it to be stolen. Never to be seen again. The police said that it's a case of robbery. Robbers broke into the studio and stole the expensive dress. It was full of diamonds. Ofcourse it would get stolen.

“It’s the latest phone from minkapp store!” “Iyong latest? As-in ‘yong tig 90,000?” “Legit? Baka naman fake lang ‘yan!” “Si Adaline Roa ang nagbigay kaya paanong magiging fake?” “Kung sabagay, afford nga niyang bumili ng bag na worth 1 million, ‘yan pa kaya?” “Ang swerte ni Brooklyn!” “Tss... Mayabang talaga ang Adaline Roa na ‘yan kahit kailan!”