Stealing Friends Novels & Stories

Tears began to form in Saline’s eyes as she mourned for her friend. “Why cry for a friend that betrayed you? She never liked you and was only there for you because you had wealth and your family-owned Missouri’s largest real estate company. Her idea was to have you sleep with that bum and get you pregnant. She was jealous of you and wanted to humiliate you. Now, how do you feel about your special friendship?” Steve said with malice in his voice. “How dare you! You piece of trash! I always thought you had dealings on that night!” Saline yelled out. “I loved you, you bastard, you fucking bastard! I hope you rest in hell!” And a spittle left from Saline into Steve’s face.

"You all forgot who put you in those suits you wear so proudly. You thought you could take my money and run?" One tried to mumble something through his gag. I walked up to him, leaned down, and whispered, "Let me remind you what happens when you bite the hand that feeds." I picked up the pliers and went to work. You see, when you steal from me, you’re not just stealing money. You’re stealing loyalty. Brotherhood, Respect. And that shit, gentlemen, is worth blood. Now when you defile my orders, you get a taste of it.” I bent beside the loudest one. Stripped the tape from his mouth. He gasped, begging.

I decided to leave, so I wouldn't kill someone I'm not supposed to just because I felt trigger happy. I can see the pain in her eyes. I know there's more to this story, so much more. But like I said, I will not pry. Julia will tell me if she wants to. "I used to steal for charity." Her head snaps up. "Huh?" I laugh. " Yes. My bestfriend and I would steal from greedy, rich people, most especially those who run illegal business, then donate whatever we've stolen to women shelters." " You're a victim of abuse?"

"H-He used me. He only used me to rob my real family. We lost a lot so we need to make up for it" "You can only get that back when you get married?" Jane asked. I nodded. "Well, that man is such a scumbag. He's a thief. He's a thief. Handsome men have a really different tactics in stealing." Ellen said. "He didn't just steal it". I said. "What do you mean?" Ellen asked. "'The airline we work for.... he o-owns it". Both of my friends gasp. The two were still holding their chests. They obviously did not expect what I said.

he asked, his voice indifferent. I knew that by telling the truth, I would be ratting out my own friend (maybe she’s not). However, given she’d stolen the same gems that I’d been accused of taking, it made me wonder if I truly knew her at all. So, I decided to tell the truth. “She stole the diamonds,” I admitted shamefully. I was partially ashamed of my own naivety. “I never expected that the thief would be her. I honestly thought we were friends.”

Dad decided to tell the story himself after that, at this point, our mother had also made her way into the sitting room, staying at a good distance from our father. “Micah, along with three of his extremely stupid friends, decided that it was a brilliant idea to attempt to steal from the mafia lord.” Dad thundered out and I flinched as his words settled over me, and I glanced down at Micah who refused to meet me eyes. That was honestly the stupidest thing a person could ever think of doing. And since when did Micah begin to steal?

“So being a manager gives you the right to steal someone else’s stuff and flaunt it? Return it now, and I’ll let it slide.” I clicked on the profile picture and realized it was from Lily Anderson, a new intern that we had recently hired. Before I could respond, my direct messages started lighting up with notifications. “You already make my life miserable at work, and now you’re stealing from me too? “How dare a thief act so bold and post about it? Give the necklace back before I really lose my temper, or you’ll regret it!” Confused, I stared at my phone, feeling like a storm of question marks was swirling around me.

"How brilliant, yes of course!" "You're such a scum." He chuckled heartily, "We rogues have no place, so I'll just take other places then." For some reason, Filip's words hinted at sadness. I rolled my eyes to ignore it, but the look on his face was haunting. He looked sad. "I don't care. Stealing is stupid." "It's called surviving and looting." "If someone stole from you, how would you feel, huh?" "I would feel bad, of course. I mean, why wouldn't I, right?"

That CD was too important, in fact, that CD meant hope and a new beginning for both him and his friends, and without it, they had no chance of defeating William, and if he took the CD, they could continue dreaming. "What's in here? Is this some kind of software?" William asked with a mocking laugh. "William, give me my stuff back!" Stevie shouted angrily, he almost broke free from the men because of the anger he was feeling. But the more he struggled, the better William felt. "What is yours? Everyone here saw you steal it from me, so how dare you tell me it's yours?" He crouched close to William's face and spoke, just as he did when he stole Stevie's project years ago.

The memory of my ruined wedding made my heart ache again. “If you stay indoors, it won't be good for your mental health.” Rebecca had a point, but I felt ashamed. Should I tell her? “Are you embarrassed?” she asked, reading my silence. “How did you know?” “Because I'm your friend.” “Hmm... I'm afraid of friendships because of what happened to me in college. My best friend stole my fiancé.” “That is terrible. True friends don't do things like that.” Her words soothed my heart, and before I realized it, I said,