Steal Writer Novels & Stories

And him. I rushed to the bars. Tears streamed down my face. “Zane please,” I begged. “Please believe me. I didn’t steal from you. I swear on my life. On my baby’s life. I would never—” He didn’t soften. Not even a little. “How should I know what you’re capable of?” he said flatly. The words cut deep. He continued. “You’re from Mystic Falls. Stealing is all your Alpha is good for. Perhaps theft is a subject taught in your schools.”

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.

I meant it completely. Some people would never see your kindness for what it was. They would only take it as permission to hurt you again. Some homes would never welcome you back with open arms. They would only open the door to new wounds. I had already carried enough scars out of that place, and I refused to carry any more. Another year had gone by. My studio had built a solid reputation, and my Rebirth collection was featured in GQ magazine, where it was praised as "a stunning testament to the beauty of imperfection and the art of restoration".

"An adult's personal property is protected by law. $50,000 exceeds the threshold for a major theft offense. The victim has chosen to press charges. That's entirely lawful." My father froze. Then he turned to glare at me as though I were his mortal enemy. His eyes were bloodshot. "Elise Whitmore! Are you really going to have your own father arrested? You ungrateful little monster! You'd throw your own father in jail over a little money? You'll be struck by lightning for this!" "Struck by lightning?" I couldn't help laughing. Tears streamed down my face as I reached into my bag and pulled out the confidentiality agreement I'd signed with the travel agency.

Cedrick was about to yank my hand away from those people, but I dodged and stood my ground. “Miss Yuki Carter is a copycat! He doesn't really know how to write, he's really a thief!” My tongue snapped out, so angry that I had to defend my book. I'm sure some of Miss Yuki Carter's works were stolen by her as well. He might have used a ghost writer, and such writers are worthless. The only thing important to them is money. I dedicated blood, sleep, and sweat to my book. Then just steal? "Why do you call Miss Yuki Carter, a seasoned writer, a thief?" A reporter asked me. But before I could speak…

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

Alexander stood up from the ground and lifted her unconscious figure on his shoulder. He got what he wanted and nothing could make his lose now because he had the precious thing of Daxon and having her means winning on the world. Celine was the most beautiful woman on the planet was no doubt and men desiring her was quite obvious and Alexander was also one of the men but the difference was he didn't desire her only but he got her all for himself. He snatched her away from his rival, Alpha Daxon and he was already a winner for himself. He started walking towards his territory through the forest while Daxon following him.

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

​The room went deathly silent. ​William finally turned his head and looked at Camelia. His expression was one of absolute, humble surrender. ​"Camelia Thorne did not steal a single line of code," William said, his voice trembling with a raw, honest emotion. "She was the only honest person in a den of thieves. I watched her work eighteen hours a day on that algorithm while I was busy selling my soul. If there is any crime here, it is mine. I am the one who manipulated the books. I am the one who tried to claim her brilliance as my corporate asset. She is the creator. I was the parasite."

Lines of code…mirror copies of the stolen data began porting themselves to a hidden backup labelled simply ASHES 02. And deep in an encrypted chat, Victor Crane sent a single message to Charlotte Reed: “They think they stole the truth. Let them. The false light always blinds first.”