Steal Writer Novels & Stories

Bianca held James' hand, hoping to comfort him. James shot a pained look at Bianca before pulling her into his arms. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and checked my bank account. It was completely empty. As expected, Bianca had used the tenfold transfer system to steal the seven million dollars that I had gotten from selling the house. I had planned to use the money to pay for Mom's medical bills. "How did you manage to earn seven billion dollars from your business, Bianca? Can you teach us your secrets?" "I second her suggestion! We don't want to study hard anymore, Bianca. Let us join your business!"

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."

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

"The financial records show Jade Phoenix generated over three hundred million dollars from these acquisitions over forty years. Three hundred million built on stolen designs and ruined lives." My stomach turned. Three hundred million. From sixty-three designers. An average of almost five million per victim. That's what our destroyed lives were worth to Jessica. Just numbers on a spreadsheet. "But here's where it gets worse," Agent Park said. She pulled up another document. "Jade Phoenix had investors. Silent partners who funded the acquisitions. Look at the names." I looked. My blood ran cold. Politicians. State senators. A federal judge. CEOs of major corporations. Media executives. All lis

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.

“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.

When we couldn’t, we had employees take care of it, but that didn’t mean that I trusted any of them one-hundred percent, that was a mistake that I didn’t intend on repeating. “There were indeed rejected transactions, from the same number that has been stealing. The man who has been using the account is indeed a member of the Aslanov Inc., as no one would have been able to have access to either withdraw or transfer any money. I also found out the penname of the person, he’s using the name Alder Leo. Now, it may seem confusing that he chose the name in specific, but when looking at the name it actually can show you that the name actually resembles his real name” “You’re talking as if you know

Perhaps I’m already angry. “I hope you know, tesoro, that what you stole cost a billion fucking dollars. I know you were the one who had the guts to hack into our computer. I know that you waited for a perfect time when whoever built those walls’ guard was down. His name is Alvaro by the way. The best of the best. You only bested him because he wasn’t around. And you…”