Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

Faced with the reporters’ relentless questions, Lia completely panicked. Her tears were no longer an act; they were real fear. “I… I can explain…” she stammered. A reporter from The Wall Street Journal was merciless. “Explain what? How you framed Miss Caroline and then stole her job and her office?” The livestream chat was now a firehose of outrage. These two are disgusting! They took her money, used her connections, and then stabbed her in the back!

Quill was suspicious and commented, "You surely are bold to steal things from the crime scene, huh?" "Mr. Scott, I was forced to steal from that d*mned place. If I had a choice, I wouldn't have done this at all... Look, we all need money to survive, and I don't have any. Plus, I can't find any ways to earn money quickly, so I could only do such a risky thing. I thought that I would at least find something valuable since no one actually dared to go there." Edwin answered confidently as if it wasn't a big deal. He thought that he would be locked up for a few days at most, that he would be released shortly.

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*

The first thing people get wrong about stealing was that it’s exciting and it’s all about the thrill and running. Movies loved the running, those frantic footsteps after an alarm goes off. The desperate leap from rooftop to rooftop, the breathless escape through crowded streets. Racing hearts and jumping across rooftops with a priceless diamond tucked into your bra while police helicopters circle overhead. Personally, I blame those cliche movies because the reality is far less glamorous. The movie version of stealing, is all nonsense and real theft happens long before anyone realizes something was missing. It happens in the planning, In the waiting and In learning exactly which guard hated h

I asked and told no one, but I knew they understood. We are connected to each other now, one way or another. I felt an arm on my shoulder as a hand patted me hard. "Who would have thought we would become family?" Riley asked, and I chuckled. He was right. Who would have thought Riley and I would be connected in this way? The Goddess did play us all well. She did. But I wasn’t complaining. THE END. STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Cassandra M / JULY - OCT 2022

Freyja looked at her. “But stealing isn’t a great way. Even though you only target people who don’t need it because you think they won’t be worked up with a small amount of money, not everyone who has money will be fine with that. “You should be glad that you targeted someone who wouldn’t mind, but you might not always be lucky. You might get thrown into the lockup for a few days. If someone finds out that you’re a thief, you might be beaten up and humiliated in public. They might even sell you off. Have you thought how your brother would survive without you?”

She cried “What is a stealer if I may ask? The way you are saying it is like a I am in a danger” I can feel my voice shaking but I am more confused than scared right now. “It is not like that, you are not dangerous or in a danger, it is just a complicated blessing. Being a stealer means” she pulled me more closer “you are able to produce a pup with anyone, be it your mate or not.” My mouth dropped in surprise “I have been reading histories and books, writing scrolls on the happenings in this pack, I have never heard of anything like that”

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

I was alone on the ice, but I wasn't going to break. "You say even a blind wolf could see the theft," I countered, my eyes burning. "Then tell me this: if I was clever enough to steal your work, wouldn't I be clever enough to change the details? I am not a fool. If I wanted to scavenge someone else's kill, I would disguise the scent so the owner could never track it. Why would I copy and paste every stitch for the most public event in the Citadel? What kind of thief begs to be caught?" There was no shame in my stance, only a sharp, cold logic. I was ready to claw my way back to the truth.