Steal Writer Novels & Stories

Mum xxx” Once I had read the letter in it’s entirety, it was as though my whole body just froze on the spot as the letter falls from my hands and lands on the table under me. I’m The Unknown Luna A? How in the world did that woman know all of this? Who was that woman in the first place? How am I going to fight these vampires?!

“Wait, is that the same thing from the locker room?” My fingers tightened slightly around my phone, but I forced myself to keep my expression steady as I straightened and stepped back just enough to create space between me and Sandra. “You’re done,” I said. She raised a brow, clearly amused. “With what?” “With this,” I replied. “With trying to drag me into whatever you think this is.” “I’m not dragging you into anything,” she said lightly. “I’m just showing people what you wrote.” “You took something that wasn’t yours and put it out there,” I said. “That’s not showing anything. That’s stealing.”

Kairox, the king of rogues whose only life goal is to destroy and plunder…then where has all the money he's stolen gone? I follow him, like said dog because I can't bring myself to do anything else. It is the collar, or is it his scent? His entirety has this pull that makes me feel strange, makes me go quiet even though I have thousands of words to say. It is the collar and not the complicated drawings of black ink that crawl up his neck and cover the back of his arms, I conclude as we take a sharp turn.

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.

“Well, do you know what is a stealer, Ashira?” Stealer? I haven’t heard of it but there is some ring into that word. Have I heard it somewhere? The old lady took my silence as my answer and continued speaking. “Stealer is a wolf abnormality. They can produce a pup with another wolf who is not their mate. Some stealers are evil and those kinds steals the mate of others for fame, greed, or vanity.” she paused. I don’t think I need to hear some kind of useless story. Why is she trying to educate me about this stealer thing?

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

As my thumb presses the power button, my eyes fall upon the message preview. My annoyance instantly evaporates, replaced by a cold, numbing shock. The blood drains from my face as I read the words. From: Unknown NumberMessage: “You have refused to pay me after I stabbed you to get what you wanted. This was a deal. If it is not kept, next time, I will not avoid your vitals.” I read it again, certain I must have misunderstood. But the words remain unchanged, glaring up at me from the screen. “Miles? What is it?” Evans leans forward, his brow furrowed.

"People consider me a taboo, and my previous pack basically exchanged me for land when they found it out." "I'm very sorry to hear that, Callista. No creature, whatever their circumstance be, does not deserve to be treated as such." She looks sincere and her tone is fierce, so is the indignation in her eyes, which I am stunned to realize is on my behalf. I shoot her smile of gratitude, and nod, which relaxes the set of her shoulders. "That being said, stealers are very specific to Were kind. You cannot find such creatures in other species. And throughout the years, I've noticed that most of the stealers to exist are born into wolf packs." "Have you met a stealer before?" I ask, taking a bite