Stealing Home Novels & Stories

she added, “Or do you only know how to take things? Considering you were the one calling me a thief the other day, I figured you’d be a little more careful about stealing my food.” That stubborn pride again. It sat under her skin like a challenge waiting to be answered. I rested one hand on the edge of the island and leaned forward slightly, close enough that she had to tip her head back a little further to keep eye contact. “You’re confusing two very different things,” I said calmly. My gaze flicked down to the plate, then slowly back to her face. I reached out and dragged the plate back toward me with two fingers. “Stealing requires ownership,” I continued, “You don’t own anything in this

“W-What money?” “The sum of fifty million dollars, if you forgot, I can pull out the account book for you. Also, you claimed that she stole the company from him. Stealing means to take something from someone without their permission. But why is it that it was the company’s legal team that, by themselves, and with orders from Daniel, drafted the full transfer papers? If you want to blame someone for the disappearance of your son, look elsewhere.” Raees stands up and comes to stay by his side. “Moreover, he already passed by here today.”

“My younger sister and I were homeless after our parents died. We don't have a house because we only rented a small apartment. After our parents died due to an incident, we didn't have the money to rent the apartment. We ended up leaving the apartment with nowhere to go. We occasionally steal on the street to buy food. We slept in an old abandoned building with a dozen other homeless people. I was about sixteen at the time and my little sister was twelve.” "What's your little sister's name?" "Teresa. She is very beautiful. That worries me every day because we live down the street and there are so many bad guys. Not only men, even many bad women who want to sell my sister to pimps. But I neve

The Shaw residence wasn't far from here, as it was investments from Jeffrey and my fiancé, Ivor Rhett, that funded the research institute. To be closer to me, they even built two villas nearby, adjacent to each other. These were my two homes. But now, there was no place for me in either villa. When I arrived, the household staff were openly hostile, too. "Mr. Shaw has said that you are no longer part of the Shaw family. How do you still have the gall to show up here?" "Someone steals 20 years of someone else's life and still has the audacity to stick around."

Number three said. "I am sure you've made a lot from the previous ones you've sold out so yes and I give you two weeks to have them returned,and this goes out to all of you, whosoever is found stealing the organizations funds would be killed and not just him but his entire family as well,you all know how we treat a thief in this organization so I advise you think twice before doing so and the person that moved the current funds should return it back before the end of today, because I would find you and you know what that means" Alek said as he heard audible whispers.

Sue shrugged her shoulders, "you’re family now. We do everything to help our family." Then it was my fucking job to make sure the only family I had left was getting the fuck out of here. My brothers and sister deserved a real fucking family, and mom deserved a real life. They would all have so many more opportunities in the Iron River pack. I would try to change the Winter Bone pack, but it would take time, and I had no clue how I could free myself from Claw’s grip on the pack. "There was a broken fence a while back where rogues got in, when the electricity was turned off. We fixed it, but perhaps we could use the same method to get in." I suggested.

To the Enforcer, it clearly looked like the hesitation of a troubled mind. He sighed, his demeanor becoming carefully detached. “I would suggest you seek a Healer’s counsel at the infirmary first. If there was a failure in a sacred rite, we can involve the Elder Council. But likely… your wolf is grieving, creating phantoms to fill a hollow den.” “No. I am reporting a pup-theft! A violation of the Bloodline Laws!” “Please, remain calm—” “I am calm!” I slammed my palm on the stone counter. The sound cracked through the hall. “The Seer Seraphina of the Moon Circle stole my pup! Investigate her!”

Thinking of this I immediately rejected however cunning Stefan somehow convinced me, I then thought of having an easy access in Knight Garage and recalled that there is a finger print lock on garage door and open only after rightful authentication of Knight Family. Which brought me to a part where I was in need of stealing finger print, and the only person from whom I can steal this easily was ‘ETHAN..’ Thinking of which, Stefan and I further made our plan and left after a brief talk, I straightway made my way towards Knight.inc and towards Ethan cabin.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

I bought the pills myself. Not through the family doctor. Not through Chris’ carefully curated network of specialists. A small clinic across town. Cash payment. No shared insurance trail. The nurse did not recognize my last name. That alone felt like oxygen. I stared at the thin silver strip in my palm when I got back to the car. So this is what deceit looks like. Not dramatic. Not cinematic. Just a foil packet tucked into the zip pocket of my work bag. Chris thought we were trying.