I Stole Novels & Stories

FUCK! I cursed loud as fuck inside my head. I thought I got away from that easily. I’ve been stealing from that store since I was young and so far, I was never caught. I really thought that old man never wanted to install any surveillance camera and now I’m really fucked. “I just stole a few things and that was it.” I began already clamoring for forgiveness. I could already feel the nerves up in my spine knowing that I’m probably getting expelled or something. “So, you robbed a store?” She stared at me with her bitch face and I don’t have any other choice but to admit to it.

A stolen credit card? Did I steal a credit card last night when I was drunk? I don’t remember--- Oh shit! Is he talking about the credit card the stranger because I won the bet? What the heck? I didn’t take it! “I don’t want to force you, Ms. Stolly. “Just come in peace.” “No! I’m not going with you! I didn’t steal anything! I didn’t!” “It was reported this morning, Ms.” “I swear I didn’t steal it! That guy gave it to me! I won the bet! “He gave it!”

"Do you steal because you want to or you can't help yourself?" "Stealing makes me happy." I said simply. The guy across from me smiled. His brown eyes didn't show what everyone else did. He was entertained by me. "So you don't feel bad about stealing?" I shook my head. "Not really. I never actually hurt anyone. Nine times out of ten people don't even realize anything is missing. It's a thrill." The pyro lady shook her head. "What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?"

' But Cara turned away. Charles looked up at Cara with a confused expression. 'I didn't steal anything,' he said, his voice shaking. 'I was just trying to give my mom a birthday gift. I saw the shoes and I thought she would like them, so I put them in the box. I didn't mean to do anything wrong.' He looked at Jolie, then back at Cara. 'I didn't steal anything. I was just trying to be nice.' Cara raised an eyebrow. 'A birthday gift? In a locked box? Without paying for it?' She sneered. 'You expect me to believe that?' Charles nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Yes, it's true. I wouldn't steal. I promise.'

“I didn’t see it and I didn’t take it. I swear in my life that I’m not a thief.” “And how do you expect me to believe you when all you’ve done is try to climb your way to the top?” She chastised. “I know what you are and I chose to help you but this is how you repay me? By stealing my birthday gift? If you wanted a gift, you could have said it and I would have gladly given you something but stealing from me? That’s so wrong! How could you!” A drop of tears slipped down my cheek. “I swear I didn’t steal it. I swear on my life. I never saw it so I didn’t take it and I don’t steal. Please believe me.”

“What are you saying? I didn't do it. I didn't steal it.” “Will you be quiet?!” Irene cut me off with a shriek. “You're a thief, a lowlife who steals since you can no longer afford the basic necessity, and now you've been caught. Own it.” “I didn't steal anything “ I shook my head. “Please believe me. I have no idea what the crystal looks like, and how could I have stolen it when I was here all night? I didn't….” “If you utter one more word I'll slap you.” She inched closer and I took a step back. “Don't you dare lie to me!”

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

"She annoys me every time." Cornelia couldn't help but laugh, but when another thought crossed her mind, she grew serious once more. "So, where did you see the money to get the new phone?" "I stole Daddy's black card." "What?" Looking at Scarlett, Cornelia was startled. "Why did I even say stole? It is for my dad, and what belongs to my dad belongs to me."

I had forgotten I stole the bike. I stole the bike to save someone who least deserved it. I hate myself right now. But I hate Trent more. 😑 ********

I am stuck with Jason dropping me at college and his car would come to pick me from college and drop me back home. "Stella? Are you ratting out on me and Jason?" I asked Stella who was wiping the cleaned dishes with a cloth for placing them in the cabinets. She immediately dropped the bowl she was holding making the glass shatter into millions of shards. She turned slowly towards me and gave me a nervous smile. "I knew it. So you are the spy." I mocked her raising my eyebrow at her and crossing my hands at my chest level.