Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

"Nope." I clasped my hands behind my back, digging my nails into my skin until I bled. Jeffrey looked at me and continued, "Stop playing these childish games, Eleanor. Ives and I were the ones who funded the construction of these villas. We can give it to whoever we want. You've already taken more than enough. Remember, Rhianne is my real sister. She is the rightful Ms. Shaw and deserves to live a life our family can provide. Do you hear me?" "Crystal clear." I nodded meekly.

“W-What money?” “The sum of fifty million dollars, if you forgot, I can pull out the account book for you. Also, you claimed that she stole the company from him. Stealing means to take something from someone without their permission. But why is it that it was the company’s legal team that, by themselves, and with orders from Daniel, drafted the full transfer papers? If you want to blame someone for the disappearance of your son, look elsewhere.” Raees stands up and comes to stay by his side. “Moreover, he already passed by here today.”

Nothing that made me look less desperate or less pathetic. “I admit it.” My throat tightened. “I stole. And you have every reason to be mad at me. But Adrian… your parents pushed me to it.” His eyes flickered with something vulnerable before it vanished quickly. “Ungrateful,” he muttered. “That’s what you are! My parents gave you and your mother a roof. Food. Job. You practically breathe because of the Ravenwoods’ generosity. And because they withheld three months of salary, you decided to steal from them?”

Liana added emphasis to her question. "But you did steal it!" She looked at Liana and insisted stubbornly. "You took the design papers without giving any notice to either of us, so that constitutes stealing! You could have come to me personally to ask, but you didn't, instead, you stole it from me without telling me, so that's theft, there's no way around it. You may be leading the lab, but you are not above the rules here!" Liana smiled slightly, and she was losing patience with this kind of person who refused to argue using logic.

And him. I rushed to the bars. Tears streamed down my face. “Zane please,” I begged. “Please believe me. I didn’t steal from you. I swear on my life. On my baby’s life. I would never—” He didn’t soften. Not even a little. “How should I know what you’re capable of?” he said flatly. The words cut deep. He continued. “You’re from Mystic Falls. Stealing is all your Alpha is good for. Perhaps theft is a subject taught in your schools.”

It showed how Ethan had been stealing from the Rhodes Archive just to pay off his own massive gambling debts. "Those files were stolen from a private server," Thorne whispered, sounding dangerous. "You can't use them in a trial." "I don't even need to use them in court," I said, looking him right in the eye. "I’m a writer, remember? I have over a million followers who actually trust what I say. If I 'review' those files on my blog tonight, the label’s stock will drop twenty points by tomorrow morning. Ethan might own Kai's voice, but he definitely doesn't own mine."

“You…!” Dwayne seethed, teeth grinding in rage. The tension in the room crackled like a live wire. Neither side was backing down, and the air was thick with confrontation. Seeing that Stellar remained unmoved, Dwayne’s frustration boiled over. “Stop pretending to be some virtuous genius, Stellar. Do you really think you’ve earned any of this? “Those papers, those patents, your precious projects—they were all stolen, begged for, or handed to you by men you sweet-talked.

I never saw it again. Back then, I was too busy — pregnant, emotionally drained, and stupidly in love. I didn't even notice. He stole it. He knew exactly what he was doing. My hands clenched into fists beneath the blanket. It wasn't just betrayal. It was robbery. He didn't just break my heart — he weaponized my work. He used my mind to save his failing company, earn investors' trust, and gain Linsen's backing. And now, while I sat here barely surviving after saving our daughter from being kidnapped, Steven was probably still smiling somewhere, thinking he'd gotten away with everything again.

Ryder arched his eyebrows and stared at her mockingly. "Was 'Love in the Moonlight' written by you?" Olivia had stolen my draft and published that book. Jack, Eric, and Benjamin had been arguing over the identity of Olivia's crush in the book. How ridiculous. I wrote that book, and the male lead had nothing to do with them. "Yeah. It's now the best-selling novel in the human world," Olivia said, her eyes gleaming. "What a coincidence. Aria loves writing, too." When I found out that my work had been stolen, I told Ryder. He wanted to do something, but I stopped him.