Notion Thief Novels & Stories

“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.

Would he even want to have anything to do with them? I wiped my eyes tiredly. It's been a long day and I should get some sleep. I picked up my phone to put it on my nightstand when I got a notification. I checked it out, and my eyes widened. Thane Renihardt had just liked one of my pictures from six months ago. It was the picture I took on the beach that Rosa had forced me to upload. He's... checking out my socials? Thane Renihardt, CEO of Renihardt's Infrastructures, is stalking me online?

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

"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

I guess a leopard can never change its spot. “As you can see, I’m waiting. That must mean I am trying to change. So let me go or else, I’ll be coming to your office to do more than just steal from you.” She seemed surprised that she said that out loud, but when she opened her mouth, she lost control. The man surnamed Inferno didn’t look threatened in the least way nor did he look angry, instead he smirked, “You are something aren’t you, little thief?”

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

Her fingers flew across the keys, her mind flashing back to the months she had spent in Port Haven learning basic cybersecurity to keep her location hidden from the Yates debt collectors. Her first move was to infiltrate the Vanguard Analytics client portal. Bianca would have uploaded Elena’s basic profile... the Parisian Thorne records. Selene didn't try to delete them... that would trigger an immediate red flag. Instead, she began to seed the Parisian databases with conflicting information.