Notion Thief Novels & Stories

Thorne turned slightly at the sound of the door opening, his expression completely unbothered by my sudden intrusion. "Ah, Mr. Kade," Thorne greeted smoothly. "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize your distraction strategy had failed to account for my personal surveillance network." "Professor Thorne," I said, stepping fully into the room and positioning myself slightly ahead of Dante, instinctually moving to shield him from the immediate threat. "We were merely retrieving a personal item that was accidentally surrendered at the checkpoint." "Do not insult my intelligence, Soren," Thorne warned, dropping the formal titles completely. "You are an exceptional strategist, but y

It is an absolute sovereign ledger. It is a lie! Cynthia shrieked, her face turning an ugly, mottled purple color as she took another step toward Vivienne, her emerald necklace rattling against her throat. Look at her! Ninety days ago she was begging for medicine in a charity ward! She is an identity thief! I demand a full, manual audit of her corporate authorization codes right now! You cannot let a common thief buy Vane Plaza!

As always, Leen is a genius and will always be her role model in stealing! The only reason UT - agency still managed to control the thieves working under them was that they each had tracking devices implanted into the back of their neck right from when they were kids. Only they could remove it when they want to let you go, cause if you forcefully try, they sense it and enact a button from their side killing you instantly.

“I saw her following me.” “See?” Sheels jumped and gave Hera a pat on the shoulder. “In theory, you could do so much more on your ability than just stealing a body. You can either copy their techniques, own their memories, and, most especially, be who they are. If I’m not mistaken, that is called Side-Thieving.” “What?” Sheels merely smiled. “And that’s what we’re going to work for this week, so,” she paused to ruffle Hera’s hair, “try to smarten up a bit. I don’t tolerate stupidity.”

Ripped apart by force. And what was crawling through the gap was not a Collector. "Boss!" Ben's voice exploded through the comms from Sterling Tower. "We have a breach! Thin spot twenty-three just went from dormant to active! Something massive is pushing through, and it is not registering as Creditor energy! It is raw, unstructured, aggressive! Jack, this thing is hungry!" The Hollowsmith's warning echoed in Jack's memory like a funeral bell. The Creditors are the polite ones. If the mediation fails, the entities that come after them will not bother with contracts.

I wasn't a CEO anymore; I was a common thief, stealing from my own dead life. Inside, there was nothing but a stack of old currency and one single item. The data chip. It was small, insignificant, looking like a cheap, military-grade USB drive, barely bigger than my thumb. It was cold to the touch. This was a dangerous flaw. This wasn’t Geist, or the names on the list. The Geist shell was the solution my father and Ines Ferdinez created to manage the flaw. This chip held the raw, true data. The instability that threatened to bring down not just the Julliard empire, but the entire network of quiet, untouchable power brokers across Europe. The true exposure. The one thing Axel would kill to ke

"Client information for every attendee. Financial access credentials. Cryptocurrency wallet keys. Investment portfolio details. Not billions we'd steal today-but information that will let us extract trillions over the coming years, slowly enough that no one realizes what's happening until it's far too late." The horror of it settled through our resonance- we'd prevented the obvious crime while the real theft had executed undetected. The Consilience had sacrificed Richard, had let us stop their dramatic heist, all while accomplishing their actual objective through methods we hadn't even known to look for. "And there's more," Richard continued, his voice growing stronger despite his injury. "W

No greeting. Who? Who would expose the theft now? Who had access to my original sketches? My phone rang. Shaw. "Mrs. Nott. Have you heard about Fashion Weekly?" "Just now. I didn't—" "I know you didn't send it. I had you followed. Monitored. You've been nowhere near their offices." His voice was ice cold. "Which means someone else is playing this game. Someone with access to your work. Someone who wants Magnificence destroyed." "Tatiana. She had access to some of my sketches through Brock."