Lies We Steal Novels & Stories

“Ah! You're right, Young Lady. They're really thieves!” The female staff picked out two sets of underwear from Vera and Leah's bags. “No way! These are the new sets of branded underwear we just shipped from abroad,” screamed another staff. “How could they steal it? It's not even that expensive?” The whispers died down, and silence descended for a second. Everyone gasped, holding their breath. And Liam froze in his spot, shame and disbelief settling in. Leah and Vera staggered, blood draining from their faces. They shook their heads frantically.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Who am I? You’ll know soon enough. What am I doing here? I’m here to deliver a message from my employers. They aren’t pleased about losing their money. Ten million dollars to be exact.” Fuck. Sartorre’s men had caught up with us. I had thought we had been so careful and left no traces. It had been more than a year since my sister and I had done the heist on Sartorre. How had they even found us? “Where’s my sister?” I growled. He chuckled. “I think you should be a little more worried about yourself right now, darlin’” The man had no accent to speak of, so I guessed he was an outside contractor.

Lylyan shook her head and looked at Alicia with a confused look on her face. "That I have a lot of money and will reimburse you for the car rental f*e?" Alicia asked again. Lylyan nodded slowly as she said..." Did you...just steal something from that house?" "Ah...that...you could say...!" Alicia bit her lower lip in slight agitation. "What? So you really stole? Oh my god...Aly!!! We're dead!" Lylyan tapped her forehead. ***

"What a man-stealing whore. Has she no shame." I don't want to show any fear or sadness at these biased, untrue claims but I can't keep my body from reacting. Tears fall onto the screen of the tablet. This was not how this was supposed to go. Today was supposed to be a happy day. "We'll get this cleared up," Tilly promises as she pulls me in for a sisterly hug. "None of this is true."

"The children—" "Are already being extracted. My team is pulling them out right now. Every single one. You think I'd let Chen murder fifty-six billion-dollar investments? Please. I've been planning this raid for weeks." "Why?" "Because they're mine. I created the original research. Chen stole it. Built her little empire on my work. Now I'm taking back what belongs to me. Including Hope and Genesis." "Over my dead body." "That can be arranged. But first, we leave. Unless you'd prefer dying in a fireball. Your choice. But choose fast."

Each time, I loved him more. Josephine’s POV I began writing again. Pages filled with our story the real one. The version no one else knew. Not the pain. Not the bitterness. But the moments that mattered. The stolen kisses. The late-night laughter. The promise sealed in blood. The child that became a bridge. I wasn’t writing for the world. I was writing for Noah. So he’d know how loved he truly was by both of us. Noah stood at Kenneth’s grave weeks later, letter in hand, wind brushing his face like a blessing.

"Not only are you a little liar, but also a thief." Alex continued teasing, enjoying how her cheeks turned red, it was simply too adorable. She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. "Who are you calling a thief?" "You." "How did I become a thief? I didn’t steal anything!" she argued. "Oh, but you did." Alex’s gaze never wavered. Eve frowned, confusion evident on her face. "You stole every woman’s dream away," he declared, his lips curving slightly as he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"She’s a thief! She stole those notes from her father! She’s an imposter!" Jade walked slowly toward Liana, the clicking of her heels the only sound in the room. When she reached her, she leaned in close, her voice a lethal whisper that the microphones still caught. "You want to talk about theft, Liana? Let’s talk about the black car at the lab fire fifteen years ago. Let's talk about the offshore accounts you used to fund a hit on a man in the slums last night." Jade pulled a small, silver flash drive from her pocket and set it on the table.

"And the rest who didn't fall for our tricks, we knocked them out." Figures. They really had endless tricks up their sleeves. "You're seriously impressive. Just maybe don't use those skills on me anymore." The three of them looked smug. "If you hadn't risked your life to buy us time by going back to claim the family, we wouldn't have bothered with you." Laurel put her hands on her hips. "Now that none of us can run anymore, you can explain what's really going on, right?"

“He’ll get us their prototype concept. You see, it's not as hard as you think.” Lisa gasped, grabbing the edge of the desk. “Sophia… do you know how dangerous that is? If Mellisa or anyone finds out…” “Oh, please.” I turned back, waving my hand dismissively. “Mellisa is too busy with work or playing house with that new fiancé of hers. She won’t see anything coming.” Lisa’s eyes darted to the door like she expected someone to burst in. “This is theft,” she whispered harshly. “This is strategy,” I corrected. “And it’s about time Morgan Group takes back what was stolen from us.”