Steal Writing Novels & Stories

It had been a confession. The Author was not just writing the story. The Author was using the Academy itself to write it. And I had just stolen the pen.

She had lost an alarming amount of weight because of her illness. "I'll protect you this time, Mom," I murmured as I held her hand. I activated the tenfold transfer system, setting Bianca as the target. "I'll consider the seven million dollars that you stole from me as payment for your life, Bianca," I thought to myself.

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.

“Relax, Liam, we will figure this out. I guess we need to persuade Adrian Grey more, and then we can destroy the evidence” “I do not think it is going to work, Amber, although we have a Truce, he kept denying the existence of it”. Amber was deep in thought, she paced endlessly, trying to rethink her mind, but the most extreme solution seemed to be the only option left. “He must be keeping it in his most cherished safe, don't you think Liam?” “What are you trying to insinuate?” Liam responded, raising a side glance at her batting lashes. “Let us steal it”, Amber suggested, smirking.

Everything else, food, shelter, safety was temporary, could be taken away at any moment; but the ability to create, to transform suffering into something beautiful - that was mine, couldn't be stolen or lost. "What changed?" Luca asked. "How did you go from street kid to artist with a life?" "I got lucky," Sienna said. "When I was sixteen, a woman who ran an art supply store caught me stealing pencils. Instead of calling the police, she offered me a deal. Work in her store part-time, and she'd teach me proper technique, give me supplies. Her name was Elena, and she's probably the only reason I survived to adulthood." Sienna's expression softened slightly, remembering.

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

They brought me some soup and it smells good but I'm scared. Hamish's feeling increased even more. He had heard this voice before somewhere. And the woman's voice soothed his troubled mind. * What if they put drugs in the soup? I may be living my last moments in freedom or even alive...* She blurted out in a whisper. Hamish smiles despite the urgency of the young woman's situation... * You have to help me. I sent you information about them on your I*******m page and I managed to take a photo of them so if I disappear you will know where I am... Sorry... Sorry to bother you but I need of you.*

I fought against my restraints, desperate to speak, to warn him about Rosemary, but only muffled cries escaped. Bradley's voice, icy and detached, floated from the speakers, "Fond of thievery, are you? Let's see how you fare without the use of your hands." With a casual flick of his finger, two shadows stepped forward: one pinning my hand, the other brandishing a three-inch nail and a hammer. I knew what was coming. I thrashed wildly, shaking my head at Bradley's image, but my pleas were silent. Helplessly, I watched as the nail approached, piercing my skin and burrowing into the nail bed.

Daxon went near the window and gazed at the moon shining in the sky. "Are you watching me Celine?" he asked now removing the facade of a arrogant and rude alpha and from behind it came out a weak and vulnerable lover remembering his love. "I am doing all this just for you. Please forgive me if I do something wrong. But it is how you will get your justice, love." he said gazing towards the moon feeling incomplete without his mate, his love. Storm cried out in agony inside him . He will surely make that bastard pay and snatch his one and only treasure Hazel from him like he snatched his Celine from him.