I Stole Novels & Stories

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

Olivia takes a seat beside Rita and then asks, " what happened?" "I was doing my job as I do it every day, then I bumped into this sophisticated lady. It wasn't purposeful I promise, but the water stained her dress accidentally. The next thing this lady could do was to hit me" "What?! She hit you?" Olivia questioned, sitting upright. "Yes, she did but that's not even the worst part. She made me lose my goddamn job!" "Did Rita Peterson swear right now?" Olivia asked with a chuckle. "I'm not joking Olivia" she retorted.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

I have a secret: my "sister" and I share the same body. During the day, I'm the timid, cowardly younger sister. Whenever something frightens me, she steps in and handles it. At night, after I fall asleep, she takes control. It was the perfect balance between us, until we each fell in love with someone different. I fell for a college athlete who once saved me. She fell for an untouchable heir from the city's most powerful family. We had a terrible fight. "Why won't you give me back my life? I wish you'd disappear for good!" I hurled the cruelest words I could at her. And then she really did disappear. I thought I was finally free. But when a secret from ten years ago came to light, I understo

The world tilted, shadows swimming at the edges of my vision. “My Lady?” The shadow-walker’s voice seemed distant. I braced myself on the table, drawing a ragged breath. “I am going to the Pack Hall. To the Enforcers.” The next morning, I strode into the Pack Hall, the heart of our territory’s law. “I need to report a crime!” My voice echoed off the stone walls. “My pup was stolen!” The Enforcer on duty looked up from his ledger. His eyes, a cool beta grey, assessed me. “State your grievance, Luna. Slowly.”

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

There was the toilet at the end where voices came to him. " Remove me this fucking panties..." A gruff and threatening voice came to him. He hoped to arrive in time. Without thinking, he ran to the door and shouted... " Let her go, immediately. " He charged at him and grabbed him violently by the back. He pushed him on the other side of the room before looking at the young woman collapsed against ground. As weakened... " Who are you?" Asked the aggressor with violence. He was certainly not her boyfriend. The man took something out of his pocket and Hamish saw by the shiny object that it was a small knife. He gave a small smile as he prepared to correct him for the mistake he had just made.