Steal Like An Artist Summary Novels & Stories

I was the asset he had decided to acquire. At the penthouse Eleanor was waiting with the results of her own inquiries. Sterling did not collect companies for their own sake. He collected artists whose work contained embedded information: financial records, political connections, private histories. He turned those artists into public brands and then extracted and sold the intelligence hidden inside the work. I was not the first. I was simply the most valuable he had identified so far. “He has done this three times before,” Eleanor said. “Each of those artists is dead. Each death was ruled accidental. He is not only a financier. He is a harvester.”

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

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.

Graham suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, covered in cold sweat. It was still dark out, and Leanna was lying next to him in deep sleep, her breathing regular. He gasped loudly and greedily, feeling his heart thumping wildly in his chest. His dream was just too vivid. It felt as though they had all actually happened in real life. He closed his eyes again, and the memories flooded his mind once more. It wasn't a dream. He recalled everything. He finally recalled everything that had happened. He was drunk and out of his mind that night because someone had drugged him. Then, he'd gone home and raped Gwyneth. Meanwhile, Leanna stood outside the door and witnessed everything that happened.

They just feel better when others are hurt. So I don't want to trust, because everything is deceptive. When there is a benefit available, they will do everything to get closer to that person like parasites. When there is no use for them anymore, they just leave them like garbage. Well, that's the life I guess. This world is so cruel. So if you are weak, you are always one of the victims. Whether you are rich or poor. How ironic! I just went to the principal’s office to get my schedule. Before I forget, all the artists, users, fraudsters, scammers, mafia heiresses, delinquents, and gangsters are here. In short, this place is already littered with exiles. Tsk!

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

The deepest rot of an obsession doesn't show when the thief is quietly copying your walk or hiding behind your name; it erupts in a singular, unhinged scream of pure, concentrated envy when the stolen world is ripped from their fingers, exposing a lifetime of charting your milestones just to burn them down.

Nova’s stomach twisted into tight, painful knots as she squeezed the crumpled piece of paper in her hand…stolen art,kicked out of school. The words kept running through her head like a bad dream she couldn’t wake up from. At twenty, she had given everything she had to her art…late nights, dried paint under her fingernails, and dreams that were way too big for her tiny dorm room. And now Lila, with her fake, sweet smile, was trying to steal all of it away.

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.*

I had seen enough. I bought a flight ticket for the next morning. Once Sienna was gone, the blacklist she had put me on back home would be lifted, and I could finally start a new life. The next morning, I rolled my suitcase into the airport, but I hadn't gone far before a woman, covered from head to toe, grabbed my arm. "She's here!" Her voice snapped me to attention. It was Sienna. I tried to wrench free, but she latched on with a strength that shocked me. Within seconds, a wall of men in black closed in around us. I swung hard and knocked back her veil.