Notion Thief Novels & Stories

Thane began. I nodded, finished for him. "The land Ainsley and her daddy were so concerned about. All of these headlines are in reference to that empty plot of land we were blackmailed out of and the families previously mentioned. I set up a bot to alert me when Christiansen goes in to get the deed redone in his name. The bot will essentially attach itself to, not only the terminal the request is handled in, but the document itself. It will set up backdoors for me to access the system that tries to open the file. No matter its final destination." Thane clapped me on the shoulder. "I'm so glad you're on our side."

“One body.” “And one heart to strike,” Adrian finished softly. Nathan nodded once. “She learned from us.” “The central control,” he added. “And how to completely disappear.” The corporation all the money was going through had no true name. Only codes that changed every few hours and the documents rewrote themselves automatically. Adrian straightened slowly. “She didn’t just steal from us,” he said. “She studied us.” His eyes lifted to mine, steady and sharp. I looked him in the eye. There was no comfort there, only resolve.

"He told me that if I helped you, he would burn this shop with me inside it. He said your father still owes him for the blue pigment used in the 1994 ledger." ​Damian stiffened beside me, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasn't there. "I’ll pay you," he growled. "When I get back to my" ​"You have no 'back,' Mr. Thorne," Moretti interrupted. "The Architect has already filled the void you left behind. Your accounts haven't just been deleted; they’ve been redistributed." ​I felt a cold chill settle in my stomach. The "Liquidation" command hadn't destroyed the power; it had simply handed the keys back to the man who designed the lock.

The Thorne Fund, through the direct collusion of Julian Thorne and Arthur Wolfe, systematically forged the assignment covenants during my forced hospitalization. Lydia gasped, her hand flying to her throat as the staggering reality of the words burned into her mind. The Thorne Fund—the multi-billion-dollar global juggernaut that Julian Thorne used to anchor his family's throne—was a house built entirely on stolen sand. The revolutionary energy extraction technology that had allowed Julian to corner the lithium market and dominate the European energy grids didn't belong to him. He was a thief using a dead man’s genius to fund a corporate war against the Wolfe dynasty. "My God," Lydia whispere

I say. I watch as shock crosses his face. “That’s right, Dad,” I say, then look at Kenneth. “I’m your dragon thief. I stole your eggs and returned them to their mothers where they belonged! I am the reason none of you were able to keep your eggs.” “You! My father knew it and I didn’t believe him!” Kenneth growls.

"If my cousin were this excellent, I'd be proud of her. Meanwhile, you're out here accusing her of hiding your admission ticket?" "Wait... so you stole your cousin's exam score at HER OWN college acceptance party and pretended it was yours?" "What kind of insane family is this?!" Things escalated even further when several local influencers reposted the intern reporter's article. One education-focused creator even uploaded an entire breakdown video titled: "It Wasn't Just an Admission Ticket That Was Stolen". The video passed a million views overnight.

Her father had spent his entire life trying to buy her a future, and now his life was measured in a currency she didn't possess. She closed her eyes. Her mind, usually a clean canvas of variables and algorithms, narrowed down to a single, terrifying calculation. She opened her cheap laptop, her fingers moving like lightning. She didn't attack the subsidiary. She skipped the mid-tier executives. She went straight for the apex predator. She breached the personal, off-network scheduler of Alistair Thorne—the enigmatic, twenty-eight-year-old CEO who had recently taken the reins of the Thorne empire following his grandfather's sudden illness.

Victor tells his white lie with a semi-straight face. After breakfast, Victor helps clear the table. Then the two are off to work. As per their arrangement, Ariadne drives, beating the morning rush with her genius memory of roads and traffic patterns. “Tell me you have something for me,” Victor greets his two Betas, who are hitting the ledgers. “I don’t know what to tell you, boss,” Calvin says, kneading his eyes. “It’s Alpha Nathan. Nathan did this. He’s the thief.” Ariadne frowns. “But what about the differences in July and October, and the one week in December.”

I just have to make sure that they want to hire me first. When I walk in, nobody takes a second look at me at first. Not until I pull down the hood of my cloak and they see my long brown hair flowing down my back. Nobody but nobility normally grows their hair long as it just gets in the way of the commoner's lives. I have always been a thief so as long as I pull my hair back it has never bothered me much. It is not much but it is the only thing of mine that is truly mine and I do not want to see it go.