Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

I wasn't just uninterested in Cohen. I was going to go back and report him to Ruben so he could properly punish this idiot. I didn't want to waste another second dealing with this toxic pair, so I turned to leave. However, Kate suddenly reached out and snatched the bag I had just bought. "Bitch, you can leave, but the bag stays!" Oh, so she was just going to rob me in broad daylight? I grabbed her arm hard. She let out a sharp scream, and her grip loosened. The bag slipped back into my hand.

“That’s why the council buried it. Because it’s a suicide pact for anyone dumb enough to try.” Cassie reaches for the book with measured care, turning the pages as if they might combust. “No one ever said the old ways were kind, Lyla. Just that they worked.” She taps a passage written in a different hand—sharper, almost angry. “‘Should the fated succeed, they shall be as one. Should they fail, they are doomed to roam as beasts, unclaimed by moon or pack for all time.’”

My modus operandi wasn't a master plan, I was just desperate for money and willing to do anything I had to do. So… I would go out with men on dates and I made them take me home. When I was in their homes, I gave them a pill—I stole those from Cassie's mom—and put them to sleep... then I would steal anything I could, their money or expensive possessions, anything I could take with me and pawn later. It worked wonderfully with four guys, but then the fifth one had to get all butt-hurt and talk to Alpha Felix. I got arrested and taken to him but, luckily, he didn't know about the past four men I robbed, only the fifth one.

I ran down eight flights, hand on my belly like I could hold them in, heart slamming so hard I tasted metal. I didn’t stop until I was three blocks away, bent over on a bus bench, gasping. I looked at the flash drive in my palm. Small. Silver. Cold. It held my future. My sons’ names. Evelyn Sterling’s lie. I walked home in the rain. Didn’t care. Checked every car. Every face. Every shadow. No black sedan. No cream-suited woman. But I know they’re coming. Because I stole from them. And now I’ve got proof they’ve been lying from the start.

"You all forgot who put you in those suits you wear so proudly. You thought you could take my money and run?" One tried to mumble something through his gag. I walked up to him, leaned down, and whispered, "Let me remind you what happens when you bite the hand that feeds." I picked up the pliers and went to work. You see, when you steal from me, you’re not just stealing money. You’re stealing loyalty. Brotherhood, Respect. And that shit, gentlemen, is worth blood. Now when you defile my orders, you get a taste of it.” I bent beside the loudest one. Stripped the tape from his mouth. He gasped, begging.

I said softly, "were you saying something about stealing?" Kamala's jaw clenched so hard her teeth nearly cracked. I brushed a hand over the burgundy designer bag. "Since I'm a thief and all, I suppose I'll 'steal' this one too." Elliana beamed. "Excellent choice, Mrs. Stone. We'll package it immediately." Kamala looked like she'd just been slapped across the soul. Astraea purred inside me. "That," she said smugly, "was satisfying."

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the article, the words carving into me like a knife. "A young woman was caught attempting to steal an expensive wedding gown at Tarren’s Mall, owned by the prestigious Williams family. The suspect, identity unknown, was publicly confronted by Sophia Montgomery and her fiancé, Kenneth Williams. Witnesses claim the woman was desperate to obtain a luxurious dress beyond her means. Security was called in to remove her from the premises…”Below it was a photo of me, kneeling on the ground, my face streaked with tears, surrounded by security guards. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

He smiles giving me the rundown of the day, but once I heard the part of me sending my mother a letter, the smile drops from my face slightly. Yes, I want to send my mother a letter to let her and everyone else know that I’m okay and nothing horrible has happened to me. But how in the world am I going to word the letter?! I can’t outright tell her a man kidnapped me who I’ve learnt is my mate, but how he is also a mythical creature that we never would know existed! I know how suspicious it will be that I disappear from the face of the earth, only to send her a letter telling her I’m okay but asking about a little story that she used to tell me as a child! I know if the roles were reversed an

“Money isn’t that important.” “To some people it is,” I replied. “I’ve seen men go to prison for life because they stole less than twenty dollars. A thief doesn’t know how much money his victim is carrying, as a rule. Sometimes the victim resists, and dies, and the thief ends up with pocket change and a life sentence. Greed is its own punishment.” “I hope Janet Collins gets hers,” Aurora said quietly, hugging her mother. She glanced at me. “I suppose it will be in all the papers?

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”