Steal In Writing

“You’re paid to protect me, not touch me,” Aria snapped, backing into the velvet wall of the limousine. Aria Kingsley had been kissed before. But never like this. Not against the cold wall of her father’s mansion. Not by the one man sworn to guard her body, not steal it. Aria has been raised like a jewel in a glass box—perfect, untouchable, and suffocated by her father’s power. When a threat against her life surfaces, Damon Cross, a brooding ex-special forces soldier with scars he doesn’t talk about, is hired as her personal bodyguard. Aria hates his rules. Damon hates her defiance. But the more they clash, the hotter the tension burns. Every stolen glance, every forbidden touch threatens to destroy the walls between them. Yet Damon’s past is as dangerous as Aria’s future. Enemies close in, secrets unravel, and passion becomes a risk neither can afford. In a world where loyalty can be bought and betrayal is inevitable, one question remains— Can Aria survive falling in love with the one man she was never meant to have?

Her stepsister and boyfriend were secretly collecting their marriage certificate within the Civil Affairs Bureau. At the same time, she was looking at a man that had gotten dumped just like her outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Sir, we have both been dumped. Why don’t we register for a marriage certificate as well?” “Alright.” “Sure.” “Deal!” An improper couple like them got along well, but they were also both scumbags. He showered her with love in front of everyone else, but he did not show her any love when no one was around. After their divorce, he was left soulless and dejected. He suddenly came to a realization and embarked on a long journey to pursue his wife.Skyler Moore: Wifey, come home with me! Jocelyn White: Let me correct you. I’m your ex-wife! We do not share a home as well!Skyler Moore: In that case, return everything that you have stolen from me!Jocelyn White: What did I steal?Skyler Moore: My heart! Jocelyn White: …She received a huge shock. She almost thought that he wanted to take their son away.

I thought the divorce would set me free. I thought walking away from my husband would finally give me peace. But I didn’t expect him—my cold, sinfully dangerous stepbrother—to be the one waiting on the other side of my freedom. Rage Roswell doesn’t ask. He takes. And the moment he found out I was no longer married, that I was vulnerable, alone, easy to steal… he stepped in like a storm I couldn’t escape. He pinned me with those cold eyes and said one thing: “You’re mine now.” I should’ve run. I should’ve fought the tension, the heat, the hunger he ignites with just a stare. But he knows every weakness I try to hide. Every tremble. Every breath. Every part of me I shouldn’t be giving him. After the divorce, I thought I was reclaiming my life. Instead, I walked straight into the hands of the man who’s willing to burn everything—everyone—just to claim me. And this time… He won’t let me go.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

Hybrid: Claimed by the Alphas Lyra thought she was just an ordinary human—until the day everything changed. A sudden headache, a glimpse of a forgotten past, and an undeniable pull toward the two mysterious new boys at school. Ash and Aiden, twin werewolf Alphas, instantly recognize her as their mate, but there’s just one problem—Lyra doesn’t even know she’s a supernatural being. As she slowly uncovers the truth about her identity, she learns she’s more than just a werewolf. She’s a hybrid—half-wolf, half-demon—born of a forbidden love that put her life in danger from the moment she was born. But she’s not the only one who wants to discover her true potential. In the shadows, her ruthless uncle, Korvain, is hunting for her, determined to steal her power and crown himself the Demon King. With enemies lurking at every corner and a dangerous love triangle brewing, Lyra must choose—embrace the destiny that binds her to the twins, or risk losing herself to the darkness that calls to her blood. One girl. Two Alphas. An unstoppable bond. And a power that could change the supernatural world forever.

Nearly twenty years ago, a vicious Alpha slaughtered hundreds of werewolves in cold blood in order to steal their pack lands. Winners write the history and Alpha Carlos Rivera made himself the hero of his tale. He claimed that he devised The Expansion, a plan to unite the surrounding packs to defend them all from a rogue war, for the common good. Enola Grey was made an orphan in The Expansion and grew up on the united pack lands, never knowing she has Celtic Alpha blood running through her veins. Kallan O’Cleirigh, a Lycan clan leader, travels to the united pack lands in search of his pretimarei, his precious love. But Kallan will have his work cut out for him; his mate is a strong-willed, independent she-wolf and will have to fall in love with him of her own volition whilst resisting the pull of her werewolf mate. Will Kallan be able to win the love of his pretimarei? Or will Enola succumb to the undeniable pull of the werewolf mate bond? Enola might think her life is plain and boring, but as the twentieth anniversary of The Expansion approaches, her final year of college will prove to be anything but.

William hated the mafia more than anything. Haunted by the brutal death of his sister, the young officer accepts a dangerous mission to infiltrate the notorious Tiger Fangs gang and steal a file that could bring the entire mafia empire crashing down. He disguised himself as the secretary to the gang’s ruthless leader, Dante Gordiano. But nothing prepares William for Dante himself. He was mesmerising, ruthless, and far too captivating. William had imagined an ugly beast for such a reputation as Dante’s. Every stolen glance, every heated exchange chips away at William’s resolve. The deeper he goes, the more he risks losing not just his mission… but his heart also. Yet Dante has his own game to play as he lures William into the little stage he has prepared. Enemies close in from every side with traitors hiding in plain sight and allies with knives behind their backs. Lies and deceit weave the chains tighter and William finds himself trapped in a deadly dance of power, passion, and betrayal. In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a luxury, William must decide. Was Dante his ruin, or the only one who could save him?

Samantha Cote is a 23-year-old student at Oxford University and also a top high-class thief. She has worked side by side with her brother, and together they have stolen from various billionaires and companies until they became extremely rich. Together, they execute the biggest heist, stealing from well-known billionaires, the Ricca twins, who are feared by everyone. The Ricca twins are no ordinary twins but dangerous dragons that no one dares to mess with. Both are cold and feared, as they are famously known as the most dangerous men anyone can encounter. When a robbery occurs and their most valuable stones, including their most precious Dragon Heart Stone, is stolen, they set out to hunt the one who dared to steal from them. They discover that Ethan Cote is responsible and, to get him, they kidnap his sister, Samantha. The only flaw they didn’t account for in their plan is that Samantha would be a very attractive woman who brings the sparks in their life, causing a rift between the brothers, as they have different opinions where Samantha is concerned. The biggest issue is that fate has deemed them to share one mate. How will one solve the rift when one wants to claim Samantha as their mate and the other is not for the idea? What happens when they find out Samantha is the biggest reason for the displacement of their precious ruby?

After being condemned across the internet for plagiarism, I stood before everyone and announced my retirement from writing. My boyfriend, Carter Xavier, who had been furiously accusing me just moments ago, froze in shock. “What are you doing? Don’t you still have debts to pay?” Ruby Quinn—his precious and the so-called victim of this scandal—immediately panicked. “Vera, you don’t have to punish yourself like this. I’m willing to give you a chance to start over.” I remained firm, my expression cold and unmoving as camera flashes exploded around me. In my past life, these two had humiliated me, plotting together behind my back to steal my work. My painstaking efforts had built Ruby’s reputation as a so-called genius author. But not this time. Without hesitation, I deleted the pen name I had used for the past six years. I had spent enough time struggling in a cramped rental apartment. It was time to return home and claim my family inheritance. As for Ruby Quinn— Let’s see how you finish the rest of that stolen manuscript without me.