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.

But as Nathan proceeded to demonstrate exactly why he was considered New York's most dangerous CEO, I knew we held all the advantages that mattered. "Tomorrow," I whispered against his lips, "I'll let Alexander think he's finally caught me. Let him believe he's won." Nathan's kiss burned with possessive intensity. "And I'll show him exactly why threatening my wife is considered a terminal mistake in the corporate world." But before we could finalize our strategy, a new alert flashed across both our secure devices. Alexander had somehow gained access to experimental consciousness transfer protocols – technology that shouldn't have existed outside Sophie's most secure facility.

Two years ago, my older sister Jaslyn and I were trapped in a housefire. The firefighters told Mom she had to make a choice. They could only save one of us. Mom chose me because I was closer to the door. Later, when she learned that the fire had been caused by us breaking into the neighbor's house to steal stuff, she grabbed me by the hair and yelled at me. "Your sister Jaslyn was a model student. There's no way she would steal anything. "You're the thief! If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!" From then on, I wasn't allowed to eat good food or wear nice clothes. Every day, I had to kneel before Jaslyn's portrait and atone for my sins. One day, the class fund went missing at

"You thief!" The accusation ripped through the humid afternoon air, louder than the traffic, louder than the paparazzi. Lysander Thorne lunged. He didn't look like the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He looked like a man who had watched his net worth evaporate in six hours. His eyes were wild, his hair a mess, and his expensive suit rumpled as if he had slept in his office—which, Vespera knew, he likely had. "You stole it!" Lysander screamed, ignoring the cameras flashing like strobe lights around him. "The flash drive! The source code! It’s gone!"

"I've been doing it for years. I've been wearing disguises that made me unrecognizable, and I stole jewels from the highest bidders who loved to collect them." "It was just a game, but I got addicted, and I didn't know how to stop." "I made each man fall in love with me using a different face, and when I knew all their weaknesses, that's when I attacked and got what I wanted." "They never managed to trace me or bother me because I always took naked pictures of them and threatened to post them online." "I thought I could do the same with Ares, but he found out." "Wait, so you married the guy so that you could steal from him?"

"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.

"Naomi wants deep-dish pizza. Let’s leave early tomorrow." I shut the laptop and headed back to my room. The second I pushed open the door, an overpoweringly sweet perfume hit me in the face. My princess-style bedroom had been turned into a bunk bed setup. The desk that used to hold all my academic trophies was now covered in Naomi Gibson’s lipstick, foundation bottles, and half a box of leaking strawberries. This room had stopped belonging to me a long time ago. I climbed onto the top bunk and froze when I saw my pillow. That day came crashing back into my mind all over again. Cameron Morrow had ripped Naomi’s exam admission ticket out from inside my pillowcase and hurled it straight at my