Steal Writer Novels & Stories

” ”Considered, but I needed to hear your answer with my own ears. "I'm not so sure I like being doubted, Sir. If my word isn’t enough for you then, yes, you can let go of me since I am still under probationary status as your company's full-time writer. Just let me know what your intentions are so I can revise my contract with your publication.” “No need. I can pull those contracts out myself if it’s proven that you have indeed stolen chapters from our books. I can then make new contracts regarding our status with us and it won’t be negotiable. Do you understand what I mean, Froggy?”

What the hell is a stealer? "A stealer is an unmated She-wolf whose scent attracts windowed and unmated werewolves to herself." "What?" I ask aghast. "I believe you heard me well. You have become of age and now, you have the ability to release pheromones in order to attract your mate, but that pheromone is also capable of attracting widowed and unmated werewolves to you and only until you mate with one of them will they all stop being obsessed with you"

It seems like today is the best day of my life, good news all around" - - Waking gracefully Into my underground office I had a lot to think about. I wondered why someone would have the guts to steal from me, knowing fully well that the punishment was death. " You are the one who had been stealing from me?" I said looking at the young man who was already bleeding from all the beating I had given him. "I'm so sorry, I had to tend to my mother's medical bills" He said pleading. "The code of my union is simple: You can't act smart and never steal from me. I detest thiefs " I said, pouring vinegar on the opening wounds. This made him scream in pain.

It showed how Ethan had been stealing from the Rhodes Archive just to pay off his own massive gambling debts. "Those files were stolen from a private server," Thorne whispered, sounding dangerous. "You can't use them in a trial." "I don't even need to use them in court," I said, looking him right in the eye. "I’m a writer, remember? I have over a million followers who actually trust what I say. If I 'review' those files on my blog tonight, the label’s stock will drop twenty points by tomorrow morning. Ethan might own Kai's voice, but he definitely doesn't own mine."

Your love for me was what made me pass over all the difficult times and I will always be grateful for this. Thank you everyone who have read this book and supported me. I know there are many mistakes but I will edit it soon, to not to cause any confusion. After two months I will start the sequel of this book- Seductress.here is small glimpse of synopsis. A world where things work with money, power and sex. Where there is no place for naive and shy people. She hide herself from all this but on one morning everything changed. Stella a timid girl who wants to live a simple life suddenly turns into an alluring waitress unknowingly stealing the overbearing CEO's heart.

Stealing of my work/any idea or portion of the book may result to severe punishment to whoever who plagiarizes as it is a serious crime and won't be excused. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. _____ Prologue... In the Ceo's house, Late night, She was confused and taken aback when he lifted himself up from her body, "Strip Stella!" Unfortunately they were back again to square one. "Uh, Max..." She initiated but miserably failed when he pulled her out of the bed and o

I shook my head and looked at Hunter. -Do not. He looked at me blankly. -No what? I raised my eyebrows as if it were obvious. -I refuse. I'm going to go to the police and get involved in witness protection. I pass these gangster rolls and shit like that. In the books it's super cool because it always ends well and the girl marries the mobster who leaves everything for her and blah blah blah, but look, I don't believe it. I'm a writer and I know that real life is nothing like that of books- I patted him on the shoulder and stood up- I'm sorry, but I'm going.

I'd think that he'll just piss me off. When our class ended, I immediately left the room. I'm the one who steps out of the room first since I'm sitting next to the front door. But to my surprise, someone grabs my arm and when I turn around, I just wanna shriek in annoyance when I see Charles. "What?!" I hissed. I just told myself that I won't talk to him but what is the meaning of this? I'm betraying myself. "Hey calm down, you owe me something." He said, straightly. Wait, did I just hear the word ' owe '?

My life has been a whole bunch of screw-ups until I started writing and somehow years later, after too many minimum wage jobs, Clara picked out my work from her random piles and decided that I was going to be the next bestseller author. My life has been a series of failures, disastrous mess, one thing after another. It has never been easy for me, except for my writing career. It was making me rich, but unhappy and somehow unfulfilled. I thought losing my fiancée was my breaking point. But somehow, Ella, the stalker beauty was pulling me down to another level. If my state that of mind can be a measurement, then my very dark short writings were the clear testament of it. "...and turn those dar

" The officers, who hated him with so much passion pretended to smile and, walked away, knowing that there was nothing they could do. Andre overheard one of them saying, "That's how all these spoiled brats are," while the other said, "Shh, please. I don't want to lose my job." Deciding to ignore them and focus on what was more important to him, he walked away. At that moment, the man whose taxi he had stolen came out and ran towards him, cursing loudly, "You criminal! You've bashed my car! What is this? You've ruined my car!"