Notion Thief Novels & Stories

"Last night until two in the morning." A pause. “She is seventeen," Priya said. "Yes," I said. “And she built a complete evidentiary package at seventeen from materials she had been maintaining since she was fourteen." “Yes," I said. “Clara," Priya said. "This is not just an IP theft story. This is a pattern story. A man has been using vulnerable or ambitious people to attack your family for years. Mara. Callum Priest. Now this student. This is the story." “Yes," I said. "But I need Eleanor's methodology cleared and attributed first. The competition second."`,

"Thea, the Great Alpha we meet today is the King of Smart Chips. Our pack needs his alliance for the long winters ahead. However, the Hill Group has pre-existing scent-marks on his territory; he is already leaning toward Nathan’s side." Thea’s eyes narrowed. "You intend to breach Nathan’s borders and steal his kill?" Theo didn't mask his territorial ambition for a second. "Yes. I have spent many moon-cycles preparing for this ambush. I know this High Alpha obsessively guards and spoils his daughter. She is a fashion blogger—a curator of pelts and aesthetics. If you flank me and capture her favor, I believe this alliance will be half-won." Theo was so humbly submissive in his request for her

If you don't give your heart away, no one will break it, right? As we were getting back to New York City, Aren was constantly on the phone. I wondered how many people had their Saturday night ruined because of his call. Fortunately for me, Alan and Norton used to spend their free time staring at the computer screens, which made me less guilty about asking for their help. I messaged both and they replied almost immediately. I knew that Norton had once written a cute little program that helped to analyze all the recently modified or copied files. He called it a "thief marker," and that was what the program did. It worked like a special agent that went around the house, checking the missing or

The first was that she knew that he was in communication with a member of the Anderson family, one of her brothers and the second was that she knew now that he had been stealing her ideas and using them in his company. “Look,” she let out a deep breath. “I don’t want to fight you, Mr. Seers. We’re a team here. We share anything we have and that’s how we can solve this case. “Fine. If that’s what you want, Miss Thompson.” She clenched her fist tightly. Of course it was what she wanted. “I found out today that he’s been stealing my…Elena’s ideas. The ones she worked so hard for. The same ones he dismissed.”

I muttered, my jaw tightening. The obsession was so deep it made my skin crawl. He wasn't just a monster; he was a gardener who had planted me in his own personal graveyard. I kept digging. I needed a weapon, not a bank account. I found a folder buried under three layers of encryption: THE THORNE INITIATIVE.

Leaning lazily against the desk, I poked the sharp final letter "e" of the word "Radcliffe" with the tip of my pen. "Waking up in your arms every morning?" I looked up at Oliver and continued, "That sounds like a premium add-on, which will cost you extra. Mr. Radliffe, do you run your kidnappings on a KPI performance review system?" The smile on Oliver's face flickered for a split second. He clearly had not expected me to start haggling under these circumstances.

“Give me the profile of the threat. Who is leading the Scavengers?” “No one central leader,” Lena interjected, pushing a complex statistical model toward Elias. “It’s a Hydra. Every time a major figure was exposed in the Thorne files, their mid-level associates used the ensuing chaos to siphon off assets. They are using distributed, peer-to-peer dark networks—encrypted, untraceable transactions that capitalize on the lack of trust. Their primary goal is not control, but profit from uncertainty.”

She then turned to Terror, who was still staring at her, nodding, “the look works,” “Moving on… what exactly did you steal that Providence are hunting you for?” “Right,” Terror says as he lifts a large metal briefcase. “Now Providence operate all over Hyperion space, working for and funded by conglomerates and royalty and all those rich enough to buy a planet.” “I knew that already,” Nya said with her arms crossed “Yes, well I was able to pinch this while it was on its way to Ventris, which isn’t anything special, except it came with a Providence convoy.”

I asked again. “I don't think your lead engineer is not wrong, but I need you to expand your focus. So you should see it as either an in person hack or the person - the hacker, is so good that they are still in the system but this time, they are undetected.” she explained. He nodded. “That means, as we speak they may be stealing information already.” “Yes,” she said grimly.

"We can’t stay here. If Chloe is as good as you say, she’ll start door-knocking the old haunts. We need to move, and we need to hit back." ​"We can't hit back with a broken laptop and a stolen laundry van, Julian. Silas has the grid. He has the Fixers. To get into the Thorne mainframe now, I need a localized EMP something that can fry the proximity sensors at the Red Hook relay station without alerting the central hub." ​"And where does a 'Little Thief' buy military-grade electromagnetic pulses on a Tuesday morning?" ​I closed the laptop and looked at him, a ghost of a smile touching my lips. "We’re going to The Pit."