Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

So did Cassian. Cassian's attention had shifted completely now. He wasn't watching Elena anymore; he was watching reactions. He watched the faces. He watched the fear. It was the exact way a predator watched movement in the darkness. “Theft rarely looks dramatic,” Elena continued, rising from her chair to walk slowly around the obsidian table. “The smartest criminals don't steal once. They steal repeatedly.” Her heels clicked softly against the floor. Tap. “A little at a time.” Tap. “Over and over.” Tap. “Until nobody notices.”

Under further questioning, he started revealing the truth bit by bit. The theft back in high school had actually been his doing. He'd simply pinned it on me and spread rumors to slander me. The one stealing women's underwear around the neighborhood and selling it had also been him. According to him, there were plenty of buyers willing to pay high prices, sometimes several hundred dollars for a single piece. He'd lost a lot of money gambling, and that was how he'd been making it back. The copper bracelet had been something he prepared in advance to swap with the gold one. But that day, after he ran into me at the station, he came up with a different plan.

"Even though it hurt, even though it destroyed my fantasy. I needed to know; needed to understand that my twin isn't the angel I imagined, that blood doesn't guarantee loyalty or love." "You deserved truth," Luca said simply. "I've stolen enough from you through deception. I won't add to that by hiding information, even information that causes pain." "It's strange," Sienna murmured, already drifting toward sleep. "My sister, my own twin, is a calculating stranger but you - my kidnapper, have become something else, something I don't have words for yet."

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

“His word means nothing if enough of the pack stands against him.” Elias’s eyes widened in surprise and fear. “You speak of rebellion?” She laughed coldly. “Call it justice. The Hollow deserves a Luna worthy of its strength. Not a half-breed girl who can’t even defend herself.” “Still, challenging Caelan openly—” Elias stammered, shaking his head. “It’s suicide.” “Not openly,” Helena corrected, her voice calm, calculating. “We must be subtle, Elias. There are many ways to remove a threat without directly challenging Caelan.”

Alexandra must have taken a sip from her drink because that was all I could hear for a while, like this was the most ordinary conversation in the world. "It depends, really. The girl is not cooperating, as you know. She's very stubborn and has refused to sign any documents even when threatened with bodily harm. But I have... access routes. If she refuses, there are other ways. Forgery, for instant." What. The. Fuck. How are they? How dare her? "I want her accounts too. They hold a lot of money, and I want each and every penny there. If Alessandro went through all the trouble of getting me on board when it comes to this mission, then I should be compensated fairly. I need the profit."

“Relax, Liam, we will figure this out. I guess we need to persuade Adrian Grey more, and then we can destroy the evidence” “I do not think it is going to work, Amber, although we have a Truce, he kept denying the existence of it”. Amber was deep in thought, she paced endlessly, trying to rethink her mind, but the most extreme solution seemed to be the only option left. “He must be keeping it in his most cherished safe, don't you think Liam?” “What are you trying to insinuate?” Liam responded, raising a side glance at her batting lashes. “Let us steal it”, Amber suggested, smirking.

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

the rescuer said as he grabbed Rita who was already intoxicated but could hear what he said. "Take me out of here", she said with a muffled voice without glimpsing at who rescued her. "Alright, I'll take you out of here but did you come here alone? He asks, looking down at her. "Take me out of here", she whispered again, dangling her right hand loosely while she rested her whole body on him. He navigated her steps till they got out of the club; he helped her into his car and drove like a bat out of hell. He stole a few peeks at her and couldn't help but get entertained by how she kept talking to herself in the car, making hand gesticulations sleepily. He arrived at a safe spot and then parke