Notion Thief Novels & Stories

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.

“So being a manager gives you the right to steal someone else’s stuff and flaunt it? Return it now, and I’ll let it slide.” I clicked on the profile picture and realized it was from Lily Anderson, a new intern that we had recently hired. Before I could respond, my direct messages started lighting up with notifications. “You already make my life miserable at work, and now you’re stealing from me too? “How dare a thief act so bold and post about it? Give the necklace back before I really lose my temper, or you’ll regret it!” Confused, I stared at my phone, feeling like a storm of question marks was swirling around me.

Thaddeus felt the need to resolve this major trouble as soon as possible. There was a saying that went, "Fear not the thief who steals but the one who covets". Noah was both coveting and planning to steal something of his. At 35 years old, Noah still had no plans to settle down. As his family, Thaddeus felt the need to give him a warning through Thomas. He opened his computer and saw the socialite list that Heather sent him a while ago. He forwarded it to Thomas, thinking it was time to find himself a young aunt-in-law.

Lucian shot Nolan a cold glance. Nolan shrugged and turned to Nevaeh with a smile. "Nevaeh, come on, tell us. Didn't you dig up anything else? "Weren't you studying abroad there all these years? Didn't you come across this person at Arbury's business associations?" Nevaeh's almond-shaped eyes glimmered with amusement. "Nimbus' mentor is actually more famous—Alexander Thiel, an academician at the Arbury Academy of Sciences and their investment mogul. Alexander's big data company has backing from the Arbury CIA, and everyone around him is under government protection.

my notes and never returned them, the one who kissed Theo behind the library stacks two weeks after we started dating and called it “just fun.” She came from nothing, like me, some small town in Ohio, scholarship kid who clawed her way in on looks and lies. But while I built things, she broke them. Stole term papers, wrecked relationships, vanished senior year with rumors of a rich European sugar daddy who funded her “modeling career” in Milan. She’s always been a thief. Stealing grades, stealing men, stealing lives. And now she’s stolen my ultrasound. My baby. My secret. How did she get it? From Theo or did she break into my safe before I could? It doesn’t matter. She’s inside my head again

He stopped in front of her, his presence looming like a shadow. Iza looked up, her expression one of perfect, innocent confusion. "Did I do what, Dark?" "Don't play with me, Izaib. The leaks. The files on the Queens redevelopment. Only someone with access to my internal servers could have found those." "You said your servers were impenetrable," she reminded him, her voice cool. "You said you owned the air I breathe. How could a 'broken bird' like me possibly touch the great Dark Thorne?"

"All she does every day is water flowers, wipe down a piano, and buy basic supplies. She does nothing useful. Gotti Group doesn't need dead weight like her! "Oh, wait. She doesn't even count as an employee! She's a cheap janitor. The bottle of wine she stole might be worth more than she is. We shouldn't keep a liability like that around." Elena kept throwing accusations at me in that piercing voice, while I quietly scanned the members of the Gotti family present. When a petty thief pulled a knife on us while stealing cargo, I was the one who stepped in and used my own body to protect both Rocco and the goods.

NeuraAI was a dangerous involvement. When I was nobody, I developed an interest in technology. I studied and advanced to the level where I learned how to hijack information when I was 12. Before my father announced me as the heir to GrayHill, I took over a company called ThrashCop, one of the biggest companies in New York City. At then, GrayHill was under so many other companies but Thrashcop happened to be the top tier. When I discovered some funny tricks I learned about their new modern chip, I used it to my advantage, and took over the company from Rudolph Holdago, a multi-billionaire. Married to Sarah Holdago with two children. And apparently, he had another secret affair with his wife’s