Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

Run away. I have to run away before I’m killed by Alpha Williams. I have no money and nothing to my name. So I started stealing from my sister, saving in an account I opened secretly on my phone. She gets so much money from Mom and Alpha Williams and all she does is spend lavishly on designers outfit, bags and shoes. I know her password to everything, and I know that she wouldn’t know if money went missing in her account as long as I don’t take too much money to arouse her suspicion.

"He stole your manuscript?" "More than that. He stole my voice, my story, my characters everything I'd put into that book. And when I tried to prove it was my work, he convinced everyone that I was a scorned ex-lover trying to steal credit for his talent." Emma felt tears prick her eyes. "My agent dropped me. Publishers blacklisted me. I had to start over completely—new pen name, new agent, new everything." "Emma, I'm so sorry. That's not just theft, it's a complete betrayal of trust."

My life has been a whole bunch of screw-ups until I started writing and somehow years later, after too many minimum wage jobs, Clara picked out my work from her random piles and decided that I was going to be the next bestseller author. My life has been a series of failures, disastrous mess, one thing after another. It has never been easy for me, except for my writing career. It was making me rich, but unhappy and somehow unfulfilled. I thought losing my fiancée was my breaking point. But somehow, Ella, the stalker beauty was pulling me down to another level. If my state that of mind can be a measurement, then my very dark short writings were the clear testament of it. "...and turn those dar

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

“I do. I really do.” “What would Stefan have to gain from stealing your pendant. If all he cares about is going on a quest, don’t you think he would want the quest item with his escort? No, that is called failing the quest. Not really a ‘hero's’ greatest moment. Plus, has he shown any interest in it beyond explaining what the werecats wanted?” She shook her head. “So then Mr. Oliver and Evander were working together? Evander was betraying Stefan. But for what?”

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

Phoebe was adamant, she kept on talking, “we could play a smart one on Mrs. Smith for deceiving us with fake diamonds, we could steal from her guest house here in Rhode.” She chuckled. “So she could give us beans for rubies? What happened to you the last time how come you couldn’t detect a fake diamond from a real one? Tell me.” “That’s not the issue, the issue” -she looked at the ceiling- “is how to get all this done, you know what to do Sloane. The right thing to do. It's either we stay here bankrupt or we go out there and steal some coins. You know the right thing." She walked out in rage.

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.