Shoplifter Stories Novels & Stories

I asked with my hands folded. One of the Lamborghini's doors opened, and Nate got out of it. He took off his shade and walked straight to us. I could see the smiles on the faces of the men. Then, he stopped in front of us. Without hesitation, the men bowed at him and started their complaints. “My Prince, this skank just shoplifted in the store and has refused to pay because she's broke with no sugar daddy to pay her bills.” They lied through their teeth. I didn't even bother to speak; I only stared at him with a scoff. Nate glared at them hard. “You've got some nerve.”

Morgan was nothing like the incubi described online. After dinner, I decided I'd contact the seller again—maybe there was some kind of user manual or instruction guide. But when I went online to find them, the entire shop was gone. I'd chosen that shop because it was the cheapest one—surely it wasn't some shady operation?! Less than a month had passed, and the store had already shut down? They couldn't even leave me an incubus instruction manual? At least give me that!

Alishba continued, “The company is blaming me for the story’s bad performance and going against their outline. They say I caused them revenue loss.” “How much are we talking?” Aarif asked. “1 million dollars,” She answered. “WHAT?” The boys were surprised. “There’s no way your story could be worth that much,” Sikandar said. “They added advertising and promotional costs,” Alishba muttered. “That’s still way too much,” Aarif insisted, “Did you talk to a lawyer?” “I can’t afford a lawyer, I am barely making enough for rent and electricity through writing,” Alishba answered.

I’m 32 years old now and I’m living a shitty existence in downtown Portland, making equally shitty coffee and waiting tables. The coffee shop was the best I could do on short notice. Three years later, I’m still working there, because no one else would hire me. Not after the scandal. Not after the tabloid posts and the newspaper articles, painting me as the “the ungrateful slut wife, who made a sex tape with another man.”

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"

I shook off the feeling of hurt immediately, "Bennett, you haven’t seen the news yet, have you?" Bennett gave me a quizzical look. "I caught up on the news this morning before leaving for the airport. Was there something specific that caught your attention?" "Oh yes, and it’s quite the scandal. Apparently, a famous social media influencer was caught shoplifting at a Mall in San Francisco! It's been all over the local news." Bennett squinted her eyes, " That's a big shame! Pass me my cellphone and let me check out for myself,"

"So, which is it? You can't even keep your story straight, but you're giving us a hard time and causing a scene?" "The way I see it, you bought the counterfeit clothing from an unauthorized site just to try and scam me and my employees out of our hard-earned money." I stated. "You want to complain about us ripping off hard-working people, when that's exactly what YOU'RE doing. How are you not embarrassed with yourself?" Lily's face turned red as she looked around at the gathering shoppers. They whispered amongst each other, as their eyes passed judgement on her. And I was feeling triumphant about it all, I was mostly just tired of having to deal with this.

When we got back into the interview hall, we heard so many women and their stories, but I never got the feeling I wanted until a woman who looked like she'd just escaped from a train wreck walked inside and I stared at her in shock. “Hi, my name is Chloe, I'm twenty six years old, my mate was murdered by my brother and he married me off to an old man with four kids who had enough money to exchange for my hand in marriage and help get my brother's pack out of trouble. I stayed married for three years until I was able to escape two years back. There was once upon a time that I wasn't a good person and all I cared about was myself but now I know better. I saw a newspaper which stated that Birdi

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

Country club jail, school jail, county fair jail, theme park jail and even real jail. Mall jail remains the worst. "Ms. Wimberly, can you explain to me why you stole seven thousand dollars worth of product?" The security guard questioned. "Seven thousand?" I asked incredulously. "All that stuff being worth seven thousand is the real crime!" "You are banned from ever entering this store again." "Seventy-eighth time I've heard that." "Do you know how lucky you are to not be going to jail?" He asked. "It's not luck it's Mommy and Daddy." I rolled my eyes. "Is that annoying to you? A spoiled heiress comes in the store and steals a bunch of stuff that she easily could have paid for and then gets