Novel & Cerita Steal Writer

Ayla was still standing in amazement. "We are compelled to do this." Ayla shrugged and looked at the bicycle. They were compelled and she was carrying necessities from this closed house for the same purpose. "Everyone commits theft under duress. If it was on the medium, then it is theft." He was now sitting on a chair with his head bowed and writing something on a piece of paper. Ayla approached and stood up. And her eyes fell on his hand as he quickly ran the pen over the white paper. His writing was as impressive as his personality.

He steepled his fingers together and rested his chin against them. Dread settled over Liam at those words. There was a reason she had so readily picked up an extra shift at work on what he had been told was her birthday. When he'd approached her, he could see weariness in her eyes. It wasn't weariness caused by working too much, it was real tiredness. The kind that one got from being depressed and living paycheck to paycheck for too long. He'd seen it in some of the women who liked to hang around the clubhouse. They were women who were used specifically for sex, they weren't 'old lady' material. He didn't want this for her, didn't want any part of it. With startling clarity, he knew that the

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

boldly scrawled on the bottom, approving each purchase. “Gotcha, Ms Greyson,” I sneer as I look them over. I don’t know how my father got his hands on them, but they look real enough. It doesn’t matter if they are real, the implication is damning. Based on what is in my hands, Greyson Mills has been embezzling money from Steele Industries for YEARS and using that money to cover up their own crimes. It doesn’t matter if Cordelia knew what she was signing, or even if she signed them at all.

Her life was really complicated. " Your client is coming, mi cara." Annabelle turned in confusion to Hailey who had just spoken as she came to face her... My client? What client? What does he look like? " What client are you talking about?" " Who else would I be talking about? That shady man who sells you his bad stuff..."

"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."

She hopped off the chair and began to limp around the kitchen "Walk me through everything about you being here." She picked up a tomato and bit into it. He rose a brow at her and she smiled "Sorry. Bad habit. Okay," she sat. "I came here because of work-" all amusement left his face and his eyes resumed their sharp green colour "What work?" "I'm a writer for a magazine in New York called Black and You and my job was on the line so I came here." "I'm Sorry, Black and You?" "Mr. Maxwell Black owns the whole thing"

But it didn't matter if she never uttered those words, her body will, because I will control and own all her feelings. Brea was not a fucking weakness, she was my strength, and if anyone tried to take her away from me, I'll make sure they died mercilessly. "What did they do," she asked, breaking into my thoughts. I walked toward them, the feeling of disgust at their whimpering frame creeping through my chest. "These two stole from me," I said and she arched a brow as if she couldn't believe anyone would dare to do that- she was cute to think that- but humans were insatiable, and their greed would push them to do anything. "This wasn't the first time either. They were slack in conducting busi

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

He drove the car, with the kids in the back and me seated in the passenger seat, straight to the border. I mindlinked the entire pack. "I, Storm Alexander Mathijs Snowden, denounce my title as Alpha of the Frozen Bone Pack and offer the pack to Beta Jackson to rule in my stead until my brother is of age." I felt some power leave me, but I knew I could still beat Jackson if I wanted to. "It’s done." I said to Alpha Jackson. "If you try to double cross me, I will fucking kill you, and this will all have been for nothing."