Steal In Writing Novels & Stories

Daxon went near the window and gazed at the moon shining in the sky. "Are you watching me Celine?" he asked now removing the facade of a arrogant and rude alpha and from behind it came out a weak and vulnerable lover remembering his love. "I am doing all this just for you. Please forgive me if I do something wrong. But it is how you will get your justice, love." he said gazing towards the moon feeling incomplete without his mate, his love. Storm cried out in agony inside him . He will surely make that bastard pay and snatch his one and only treasure Hazel from him like he snatched his Celine from him.

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

"The judgment is biased, and I don't accept it." "Really?" One of the editors sneered. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. We have more than enough evidence to prove that you're a thief. Your writing style is complex and different from the publication, unlike Vespa's simpler writing style with an extra dimension and depth of emotion. Plagiarism is a crime, and on that note, you're under arrest for stealing her work and blackmailing her." His shameless girlfriend rushed towards Donovan when two cops walked in. To my utter horror, Donovan shifted into his wolf, making the audience shriek and scatter in different directions.

Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way without the Author’s written permission or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. Stealing is a crime, please avoid Plagiarism. If this content is captured and published, the offender can be traced and will face the full extent of the legal ramifications stated by the law. Please follow/subscribe, comment, and add this to your library. *************** THE car window was shattered after Ezekiel Bellevera hitting it with a rock. I didn't know how to explain to Manager Roa what happened to the car. "Do you think you can

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

he teased, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. I slid into the seat silently, too drained_ too numb to fight. And too afraid of what would happen if I tried to defy him. He got in after me, starting the engine with a low growl. As the car sped away from the college and the carnage behind us I stared out the window, numb. I realized it didn't matter if it was Lewis or Aiden. I was just a prize being passed from one monster to another. And monsters never gave back what they stole.

Cedrick was about to yank my hand away from those people, but I dodged and stood my ground. “Miss Yuki Carter is a copycat! He doesn't really know how to write, he's really a thief!” My tongue snapped out, so angry that I had to defend my book. I'm sure some of Miss Yuki Carter's works were stolen by her as well. He might have used a ghost writer, and such writers are worthless. The only thing important to them is money. I dedicated blood, sleep, and sweat to my book. Then just steal? "Why do you call Miss Yuki Carter, a seasoned writer, a thief?" A reporter asked me. But before I could speak…

Stealing of my work/any idea or portion of the book may result to severe punishment to whoever who plagiarizes as it is a serious crime and won't be excused. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. _____ Prologue... In the Ceo's house, Late night, She was confused and taken aback when he lifted himself up from her body, "Strip Stella!" Unfortunately they were back again to square one. "Uh, Max..." She initiated but miserably failed when he pulled her out of the bed and o

Her gaze locked onto the journalist who posed the first question, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips. "First and foremost, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Nixon Tech for granting me the platform to showcase my passion for Software Technology," Elena's eyes shimmered with excitement, her voice brimming with conviction. "For five years and several months, I wholeheartedly poured my ingenious knowledge, creativity, and unique abilities into the company. It is, therefore, ironic for them to accuse me of theft. In fact, I dare say that it is the company itself that swindled me, depriving me of the recognition and rewards that I rightfully deserved. So, I pose this q

No room for doubt. I did not cry. I did not hesitate. I saved them. Then opened my notes app. My thumb hovered for a second. Then I typed. Last night. Bedroom. Door closed. He said: “You lied to me.” Grip on wrist. Tight enough to bruise. No hesitation. Tone: controlled anger. Not impulsive. Words: “You will be ready tomorrow.” “No more pills.” “If you sabotage this again, it will be worse.” I paused. Read it back.