Stealing Friends 소설 & 이야기

"Do you steal because you want to or you can't help yourself?" "Stealing makes me happy." I said simply. The guy across from me smiled. His brown eyes didn't show what everyone else did. He was entertained by me. "So you don't feel bad about stealing?" I shook my head. "Not really. I never actually hurt anyone. Nine times out of ten people don't even realize anything is missing. It's a thrill." The pyro lady shook her head. "What is wrong with you? No guilt? No remorse? No tears?"

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

Like a fool. " So, when will her family be coming? Are you ready to receive them?" " Only her twin sister will come." " A twin sister?" Asked Dylan, surprised. " Yes, a twin sister. Two Diamond Crunchers with the same face, under my roof... I'm truly cursed, my dear friend." His friend said nothing. He heaved a dejected sigh as he emptied his glass again, turning back to the window as if hoping to see the solution to his problems coming from afar...

"Best friends value honesty." "Kael Liviana," came Connor's singsong voice. "Gemma Brooks. Such powerful names." We all whirled toward his figure that stumbled out of the shadows of one of the alleyways. He had to lean his shoulder against the wall to prop himself up, but his eyes were still bright and bloodshot with murderous intent. "Who's your friend, Gemma? She's not my type, but I can't deny plain beauty. Would you like to join my harem—" "F*ck no," interrupted Cari. "And I'm not telling you my name. Screw off."

LAYTON Craig reminded me of his presence by clearing his throat loudly. “Earth to Layton. I know you know floor seats don’t mean sitting on the actual floor. Besides, you can either come with me, or I’m giving your number and your spare key to ‘Stalker Sarah.’ Really, you have no choice.” He grinned like the cat who got all the cream, knowing he had me in a corner. Stalker Sarah was harmless, but fucking annoying. I’d gone out on one date with the woman and it had taken me six months to shake her.

Vylade paused, and grunted as he pushed himself out of the water, "we've actually been friends for a while. She knew I'd help as soon as she asked, and she was right." I looked over to Clayton who was snuggling into the damp Matt's chest, and smiled. Vylade was such a sweet boy, and it was clear Clayton had great taste in friends. I mean, three of her group basically dismissed me as soon as I stepped up for what I only said to her. "Well, you guys have fun," I smiled at all of them, and waved to Clayton as I turned, about to return to Grey and go talk to some of his pack members. Geez, everything was moving so fast!

"I didn’t do anything! Why would you say that? We’re friends!" "If we’re friends, then how could you steal my job? I was the one the future Luna went to if she needed anything, and suddenly I am not needed anymore." "Did I do something wrong?" Samantha sobbed. "Did future Luna Aaro tell you anything? Did I talk too much?" "No, it’s not like that, Sam. They gave me this job to pay the future Luna back. She helped me, so I’m helping her. Future Alpha Storm is really hot, but, -"

I peek through a gap in the crate as they stroll past. “I’m not telling the boss.” The one utters, carrying two duffel bags. “Me neither.” The other one chuckles as he spots the open crate. “Who left this open?” I inhale sharply as he makes his way over to my hiding spot, when his friend calls. “Leave it, come, you know, he is not a patient man” as he freezes a few inches away from me, almost exposing me. “But.” “But, will earn you a bullet to the head, now get the fucking door.” The guy holding the duffel bags exclaims, angrily towards his friend. “Fine, but I will not take the blame for stolen lot.”

"Uhm, not exactly. Y'know, stealing is a hoax, darling. It's a cover of some sort. No one's going to know what I am up to if they are blinded by the fact that I am a thief. Only the guys that keep on tracking me and everyone they suspect is in alliance with me think otherwise. That's because I've hit them hard before. They know I'm more than just a thief." Only organizations are deeply after me. Mostly Shawtech and the Filipino bastards that own Vono group. "On the path to finding what I seek, I do not mind making short stops here and there to fix issues and get some money." I add, shrugging. She continues the look at me, her tiny pale body stationed against the bed rest, in full concentrati

I took my credit card and rushed out of my room, walking to Cole. I got in his car without saying a word and he stopped at the nearest ATM machine. He was stealing from me, he was taking everything I have ever owned. He stole something from me I can never afford to get back, something valuable and very overpriced. He stole my best friend from me. How could I get her back? I did not own the price of our friendship anymore… I lost her trust. I gave him the money once the ATM got them out. He snatched the money from me and left me in the street, not bothering to take me back home, leaving me in the cold November weather.