Notion Thief Novels & Stories

“It's about the missing page from the plans of Leona-S.” I perked up at once, not wanting to miss any detail they had to share with me. “And?” I looked at them with curiosity. “I heard from someone that an AI software genius has the plans to Leona-S and intends to replicate it,” Terri revealed. I took a deep breath in. I had anticipated that this would happen. In fact, I had been waiting for it to happen. It was the only way I would find out who had tried to steal from my office, and would want to sabotage my company besides Richard, or if Richard was behind this too.

“That’s a lie. I developed that system in my second year. I have the notebooks to prove it.” “Do you?” Julian smirked. “Because those notebooks are currently in a vault at Vance Associates. A vault your father has blocked you from accessing. As far as the Board is concerned, you stole that design from a Thorne-Vance collaboration. And since you’re no longer a ‘Vance’ in the eyes of the firm, you’re just a student who committed academic theft.”

"Not the bond filing, something older. A history that predates the last two weeks." "We can build a paper trail," Caius says. "Business connection. Thalrion acquires companies. You could be attached to one of the acquisitions as a consultant. Clean, verifiable at a surface level, boring enough that nobody looks deeper." "Name?" Thalrion asks. "Cole Varen," I say. My old alias. "It's already partially documented in the city. If anyone pulls it, they find a legitimate enough trail and nothing that connects to Nyther."

All anyone ever confirmed was that she was American and only because the scammer had let that slip before getting robbed blind. The case went cold eventually, but Nora still got the occasional alert, the stubborn CEO of that company apparently still hadn’t given up trying to trace her. Nora had never once failed to shut those attempts down. Ever since, Sophie had understood exactly what Nora was capable of with a keyboard and a firewall, which was precisely why she called her “boss” without a shred of irony. And now, facing a shameless clone running on stolen Godbreaker mechanics, as one of the actual architects of that data, taking this new game apart would be almost embarrassingly easy for

She read the last note that Lium had written again. Conclusion: Aiden, the En Frit Familia Mole & Barron Castle ex-employee of VM Jewelry Company has been stealing money from the said company. Aiden uses it for his own benefit than before. Barron has been selling company shares that he has been stealing overseas. Proof: CCTV footage in and outside of the company and recorded statements of their secret transaction from the three local areas; Cafe Del Fraco was near the En Frit Familia properties, Locally Resto Hub, and Local Bar at the Lilium Familia properties.

All because some psychopath with a telephoto lens had captured a private moment between two consenting adults. The business documents were equally disturbing. The Milan issues were real—minor compliance failures our legal team should have caught. Sarah's gallery funding wasn't a secret, exactly, but it wasn't public knowledge either. Then there were the foundation documents showing my companies as key suppliers for several of Maya's projects—creating leverage Daniel could exploit. One final message appeared in my inbox: She's not yours, Thorne. She doesn't even need you. But you could leave now before the real damage starts. You have vulnerabilities you don't even recognize.

That was the only reason she could walk freely now through this airport, her son beside her, without fear of recognition. She adjusted her sunglasses, pulling Nate a little closer. The last thing she wanted was attention—especially the kind that would put her son’s face in the spotlight. --- Nick Grimm sat at his desk, frowning at the folder spread open before him. Another theft. It wasn’t the first. Critical information about his company’s new products was somehow leaking—even though the designs had not yet launched. The projects were meant to be highly secure, developed by his own hand-picked team of experts. And yet someone was finding a way around his safeguards.

FIONA'S POV By the time my laptop was low, it was already dark outside. I didn’t notice at first. I was too deep in the pattern. I had dedicated today to just search and figure out who was the culprit that had always sold us to the others. There has been a lot of clean extractions. Metadata leaks. Time-stamped access that never triggered alerts because it was buried inside permitted activity. Whoever it was knew our internal rhythms and knew when audits ran, they knew exactly when to get the job done and not get caugh.

What had that young woman wanted? "Family," Theo's memory whispered. "You wanted family." The pendant warmed against her chest. Everything circled back to her stolen son. But was she building toward reunion or just building to avoid confronting the pain? Her contemplation shattered when alarms screamed. Someone was attacking her shadow infrastructure, not probing but full assault. Military-grade intrusion tools hammered her defences. "Thanatos?" she wondered, hands flying over keyboards. "No. Different signature. More... corporate." Elena recognized the pattern. Similar tools to what she'd designed for her legitimate client. Someone with access to her security work was using it against her.

A trap. Nyxara dug deeper, fingers flying, eyes narrowing. The ledger theft—a move she’d orchestrated with surgical precision—hadn’t tripped a single wire. Instead, it had started a slow, deliberate slide, like tectonic plates shifting underfoot. Permissions began to reroute, trust scores subtly reordered, systems she’d always controlled now slipping sideways. No one was blocking her. They were simply moving around her, rerouting the river, making her efforts irrelevant.