Steal Writer Novels & Stories

I wash the blood from my hands in the icy stream, watching as crimson swirls dissolve into clear water. If only the stain on my conscience could be so easily cleansed. The tribute. A sterile word for a monstrous practice—sacrificing a newborn cub to the Slavers each year to keep our pack safe. A tradition older than I am, passed down through generations of Alphas, each bearing the weight of this terrible choice. Until now, I've convinced myself it was necessary. Unavoidable. The price of our continued existence. But Lyla's voice echoes in my mind, challenging everything I thought I knew. Everything I've done in the name of duty.

The Gilbert Group, with Bradley Gilbert at its helm, was a name that sent shivers down the spine of anyone in the city. He was known as the Reaper, a legend among both cops and criminals. "You want me dead?" I asked. "It's a tough job; that's why we came to you," Black Viper said before he then turned to leave. "You've got a month to get ready. Oh, and Bradley's got a lady friend, Rosemary Baker. She's his Achilles' heel."

"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.

On the first page, the introduction stated: [The man who steals had been known as a thief, a gentleman of knowledge, a flying thief, and there are sects of stealing, such as…] “Damn it! Why are they all the same? So pretentious,” Darryl muttered, but it was not long before he was hooked on the contents of the book. The Cult Mistress was right; this was indeed an interesting read. The stealing techniques used by modern-day thieves were considered unprofessional. This included using tools such as using long tweezers to steal a phone from a lady’s bag.

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Moreover, Vivian had been secretly watching Steen's character in the past week, and she couldn't help but think that a ruthless man like him would be able to do anything even if he had to pull off sneaky tricks. "It was not Steen who allegedly stole the idea from N-HANS," Stefan answered his wife's question. “It was the engineer who joined DAHL three years ago who allegedly stole the idea. That person worked for N-HANS before he joined our company three years ago, and it was Steen who hired him, saying the person was an acquaintance he met when he was studying abroad for his Masters's degree. Steen trusted the man, and even if the person had only worked for our company for a month at that ti

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

But because Alpha Saweh didn't understand and he didn't trust me enough, so I asked her to write on a piece of paper found in his room. After she finished writing, I read it, "You must free all the Stealers you locked up in the dungeon!" I saw him wince, did not accept. But every time Estelle almost stabbed him, he would freak out. “You must promise not to engage in illegal practices by using silver weapons to expand power. And lastly, you must hand over all the packs that you illegally conquered to Lunar Divine.” I turned to her quickly. Was she doing this to help the packs or was it for me?

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.

He was Cyrus Richmond, the heir of a top-tier elite family in the capital circle and the second-highest spender on our server. As soon as she noticed me enter, Stacy sprang up from her seat. She pointed straight at me and cried out in injustice, "Heather! You shameless account thief, you finally dared to show up!" The room fell into immediate silence. All four men turned their attention to me at once. Lewis, Shadowfang, and Reviver also rose to their feet, instinctively positioning themselves as though to protect me. Upon seeing this, Stacy's tears spilled over like broken pearls. "Lewis, Shadowfang, Reviver, don't believe her! She's not Moonwalker at all. She's my roommate. With the backing