Steal Writer Novels & Stories

She was trying to frame me. She'd been looking for a way to get me kicked out, and planting the manuscript in my stuff? That was a masterstroke of sabotage. Writers loathe the idea of anyone stealing their work—there's no greater betrayal. After a deep breath, I called Claudia to explain. But instead of Claudia, Hailey's voice slithered through the line. "Vera," she cooed, smug as ever, "did you steal Claudia's manuscript?" "It was in my cabinet," I shot back. "I just found it."

I eventually spoke up after seconds of analysing him. "My name is Stefan. I am from the Pinewood Pack and you are going to lose the war if you go about it this way," he said, his voice as bold as his face. He was either extremely stupid or extremely courageous. Either ways, he was serious, and that got my attention. I could understand why some wolves from the Pinewood Pack wanted to be our allies, but betraying their Alpha this way was something I wasn't expecting. I knew immediately that I couldn't let my guard down. For all we know, this could be a trap, one that I was walking into. I looked at him but nothing about him spoke of him as deceitful, so I motioned for him to go on.

Run away. I have to run away before I’m killed by Alpha Williams. I have no money and nothing to my name. So I started stealing from my sister, saving in an account I opened secretly on my phone. She gets so much money from Mom and Alpha Williams and all she does is spend lavishly on designers outfit, bags and shoes. I know her password to everything, and I know that she wouldn’t know if money went missing in her account as long as I don’t take too much money to arouse her suspicion.

“Or explain how you and your former heart-mate conspired to rob me?” “It wasn’t like that!” “No?” I pulled another set of parchments—ledger copies from the shadow-walker—and flung them. They fluttered around him like accusatory leaves. The silver transfers to the Moon Circle’s account were clear as day. “That was for your post-Blessing care!” he blurted.

Or rather, the life of my future career in media. I wanted to call his bluff. But even I could tell that every word he said, he meant. So, I stood there, and watched him call me a thief. I watched him say that fucking ridiculous proposal that would be my ticket to redemption –at least for stealing his Rolex watch eight years ago. I learned to cope with the guilt over the years. The guilt of stealing that hot stranger’s wristwatch. That hot stranger that fucked me so good that I – I shook the thought away instantly. No. I wasn't going to go there.

They were touching the air inside the car. “She is coming out!" Maya screamed. "The lock is not holding her!” The Writer looked into the mirror. Her face was white. Behind them two black cars were moving fast. "The book bosses sent a signal to the laptop! They are helping the doll break out so she can steal the computer drive from the inside!” “How much battery is left?" Maya asked. Her voice was shaking. “One percent " the Writer groaned. She stepped harder on the gas pedal. "The screen is going to go any second!”

"Didn't you say my mom scraped together fourteen thousand three hundred dollars for you? Where's the money?" His lips moved, but nothing came out. "Spent it all?" He dropped his head. "You had a lot to say before. Said I lost to you, said you won. What about now?" He was on the ground, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "Nathan, I was wrong... So wrong... I shouldn't have stolen your money, shouldn't have taken your scholarship... Just let me off..." I stood up and looked at him. "Kevin, the problem isn't that you stole my money or took my scholarship. The problem is you thought the world would always be on your side. The problem is you thought my parents would always have your back. T

The crowd in the mall erupted in shock. All eyes turned toward me at once. "Oh my god! Who is she? She actually pulled together 100 million dollars in cash this fast!" "Never judge a book by its cover. She looks so ordinary, but she just casually threw out 100 million dollars!" "This has to be fake. I couldn't even collect that much in fake money this quickly." The lead driver was Billy Walters, one of my father's most trusted men. He walked toward me slowly, followed by ten sharply dressed enforcers.

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

he teased, dark amusement flashing in his eyes. I slid into the seat silently, too drained_ too numb to fight. And too afraid of what would happen if I tried to defy him. He got in after me, starting the engine with a low growl. As the car sped away from the college and the carnage behind us I stared out the window, numb. I realized it didn't matter if it was Lewis or Aiden. I was just a prize being passed from one monster to another. And monsters never gave back what they stole.