Stealing Friends Novels & Stories

"Unfortunately, that's where the hard part comes. We're going to steal one." Lyra's jaw dropped. "How are we going to do that?" "Well you were once their allies. I'm sure you have an idea on which pack would be the easiest target and the in and outs of it." Cameron spoke. Lyra still looked outraged. "Stealing from the league of packs is treason. It goes against our loyalty code!" "How can you have a loyalty code to people who have practically left you and your people to die?" Celeste asked. I could tell Lyra wanted to say more but she opted not to. Deep down inside, she must have known Celeste was right.

"I don't like repeating myself. You know what happens to rats who steal from me and work for my enemies." "I... I..." Marco was hyperventilating, his eyes darting around looking for help that would never come. "Please, Alex! Have mercy! We grew up together! We are friends!" "Friends?" I smirked, a cruel smile forming on my lips. "Friends don't steal. Friends don't put a bullet in my brother's back. And friends definitely don't deserve to breathe the same air as me." I straightened up and nodded my head slightly to the side.

"My best friend didn't pay that bill and neighter did my sister which leads to you." A condescending smirk formed on his lips. He leaned over the table closer to me. "What if I did." I already knew he did. I just wanted to know why he was being so kind to me. No one has ever been this kind to apart from Carter who turned out to be a damn fraud. What games was this man playing. "I wasn't born yesterday you know." I leaned back and folded my arms. "What do you want from me?" If Holly could see me now she would attempt to smack some sense into my brain.

"Get ready, everyone. Three, two, one!" The second she finished counting down, the screen exploded. Donation animations flooded in. Notifications stacked on top of each other. Countless one-dollar tips poured in like a storm. The first three usernames to send theirs were quickly captured and pinned in the chat. Cecilia smiled brightly as she read the first name. "Congratulations to Tyson Steele for becoming our first lucky winner tonight. Tyson, tell us your wish." She initiated a voice call. The person who connected was Tyson. One of the most notorious bullies on campus.

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

Mia's eyes rolled back as she was being strangled, her hands weakly slapping at Hudson's arms. The scene immediately descended into chaos. The police rushed forward and struggled mightily to pull Hudson off and pin him to the ground. The lead officer walked up to Mia, pulled out handcuffs, and said coldly, "Stay still! Don't move! Mia Sullivan, besides being suspected of defamation, we've also found that you're involved in a major international commercial fraud case. "Those three years you spent abroad… You came back to hide because you were wanted for fraud, weren't you? Now, you're coming with us."

"Luca? As in Luca Romano? The same Luca Romano who stole you away from your own engagement party? The same one who's all over the news with you?" "That would be the one." "Why is he texting you?" How was I going to... you know what? There's no need. "He... has my phone number, apparently." Alicia folded her arms, leaning forward with a knowing glint in her eyes. "And?" With a sigh, I gave her the rundown... Luca's deal, my father's debt, Alessandro’s betrayal. Everything. By the time I finished, Alicia was seething. "That bastard! I swear, if I ever see Alessandro, I'm kicking him so hard he won't be able to reproduce. Ever."

“But the police are saying we have 24 hours to clear out the office… they’ve cut power to the servers… all our client data is gone…” My voice was cold. “And what does that have to do with me? Claude, when you fired me, did you spare a single thought for me? Why should I feel sorry for you now?” On the other end of the line, Claude completely broke down, sobbing. “Caroline, we were classmates! We pulled all-nighters together at Harvard Business School, we worked on so many projects… how can you do this to me?” “Claude,” I cut him off. “When you stood by and let Lia humiliate me, when you tried to steal my resources for yourself, our friendship ended.”

“And isn’t it funny? They spend all this time saying she’s not one of us. That she can’t be Luna because she’s not a wolf. And the moment she’s royalty? The moment she’s acknowledged by someone bigger than them, they scramble to claim her.” Ilia’s head whipped toward him, surprised. Derrin shook his head. “Hypocrites. The whole lot of them.” Caelan’s expression darkened. “You’re not wrong.” “They don’t deserve her,” Derrin added. “Not after everything.” “She’s not theirs,” Caelan said. “She’s ours.” Ilia’s eyes softened. “You two are ridiculous.” “We’re yours,” Derrin replied. Caelan smirked, stepping close. “Even when it kills us inside.”

Before I could even dwell on them, his hand slipped into mine, firm and gentle, and he turned toward Suhyeon and Esther. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to steal your friend for the day.” He hadn’t even finished before both girls nodded enthusiastically. “You can steal her for as long as you like, but just know there’s no return policy. If you take her, you have to keep her, okay?” Esther teased, and Suhyeon nodded in agreement. For a moment, my eye twitched at their words, but Alaric only smirked, clearly entertained, as if he actually liked the nonsense they were spouting.