Steal Writer Novels & Stories

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…”

Indeed, a lot had happened that made her almost forget about Cainan. “I’ve been around.” She replied with a cunning look on her face, “I saw Faith, and she still believes I stole you away from her.” His lips pursed. “Did you steal me?” She turned around while still in his arms so she could properly stare at his handsome face, the one she couldn’t get enough of. “I’m only good at stealing diamonds and money, but many months ago, a CEO offered me a job to steal his heart and I’m still trying to do th-“

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.”

Because regardless of what I had, they both meant the same thing - I was nothing but a mere rogue to him. Hello, lovelies! Thank you for finding this book! For updates and chapter teasers, find me on i**ta - author.cassa.m My f***.b**k readers’ group - cassandra.m.world Your readership and your support are always appreciated! Thank you and enjoy reading! ♡ xoxo, Cassandra M.

, Sarah said looking deeply into her daughter's eyes. "Mother, is something wrong?", Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she looked at her mother's serious expression. "What have you been doing all this while to get money?"Sarah asked, "Don't lie to me. '' "Mother, I…", Aurora sighed before deciding to tell her mother the truth", I am sorry, mother. I had no choice". "Did you really…steal?", Sarah said as she held her chest", I am a failure as a mother. I couldn't cater for you and your sister, that's why you resorted to stealing".

Truth be told, I didn't want to, experiencing the same fear: just how awful was the trade? I sighed. What was one more depressing thing to dwell on? Carefully setting Gemma aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward to pick it up. I used that sliver of light to unfold it at last. It was near falling apart, but at least the writing was intact. I mentally prepared myself. The first line was addressed to Haveloek Brooks—Gemma's uncle, Oceantide's Beta. My gaze skipped to the last line, which was signed Connor Herrick. So this was the Beast's handwriting. I curled my lip at the fact.

The memories of her struggles as an intern at Golden Fingers, how Diane had helped her navigate through till she became a permanent staff just until the CEO found her attractive and fell in love till history happened. “You know, I never forced Liam; he has agreed to be the bait to expose the secret and bring justice for the victims as both of our fathers failed to,” Adrian explained calmly, looking blankly at the view up ahead. Rissa nodded her head in understanding and squeezed his hand. She had vowed never to doubt Adrian's intent ever again. “How did he get out?” Rissa questioned suspiciously.

Steven demanded. He didn’t seem afraid which interested me. I smiled slowly and leaned against the table. “I want to know where the money is.” “And what money would that be?” I chuckled. “The money you’ve been stealing from unsuspecting women for the last twelve years.” Steven grinned. “There’s only been one.” “No,” I corrected. “There’s only been one where you’ve been caught. I have uncovered eight others.” “How the hell did you do that?” Steven snapped. “That’s not really important.” I reached back and grabbed a stack of paper. “But I think the D.A. would be interested in learning about them, wouldn’t they?”

I ditched the pickaxe, looking for anything else to use, but in my frenzy, I stumbled and ended up on the floor. The footsteps behind me were getting louder. A cold sweat drenched my back as I curled up, cornered and powerless. The pitch-black cellar had me spouting anything that came to mind, a last-ditch plea. "Please, mister, have mercy! I can pay you—ten, twenty thousand dollars. Just let me go, and I'll owe you big time, even in my next life!" "You've been slaving away for twenty years already, isn't that enough? You want to keep it up in your next life too?"

Caelan lifted his head sharply, glaring as Helena strode into his office, her steps confident and unyielding, as though she owned the space and everything within it. “Helena,” Caelan growled, his voice low and dangerously calm. “I don’t recall giving you permission to barge into my office.” She flashed him a smug smile, eyes gleaming with defiance. “I didn’t think I needed permission. After all, you owe me, Caelan.” His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together. “I owe you nothing.” “I won the tournament fair and square,” Helena said, stepping closer, her voice dripping with entitlement. “The entire Hollow saw it. You know the rules—everyone knows the rules.”