Romans & histoires Stealing Home

I used my pocket-money or money I stole from my parents to buy the meth but it was never enough. Eventually, Jibin and I started breaking into people's houses and stealing stuff to sell. Phones, jewellery, kettles, TVs... anything that could bring in a few notes. One night we decided to break into a holiday home, which looked empty. It would have been an easy job. Everything was fine until Jibin accidentally tripped the alarm when he knocked over a vase. * We quickly grabbed all we could carry and decided to get the hell out of there. "Dude let's go!" Jibin shouted and jumped out of the window we removed.

This time, they were not afraid of the old lady calling the police anymore. Stefan even told the old lady directly, “You said you were a member of our family, so taking that money was not considered as stealing. Then let me tell you this, that sum of money was from before your marriage. After you and my father got married, all of his money was controlled by you. Old hag! I have ways to send you to prison! Everything could be clearly seen in the surveillance at our house. You had indeed stolen our money! Not only did you steal the money, but you were also a habitual thief! I have ways to let you rot in prison!” Stefan threatened the old lady. The old lady had no choice but to ask helplessly,

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

"Tell me we don't sacrifice our own to those—those monsters." I couldn't lie to her. Not about this. "It's complicated," I'd said instead, which was perhaps worse than a lie. "Complicated?" She'd nearly spat the word. "There's nothing complicated about stealing newborns from their mothers! About telling families their cubs died in birth when you're really feeding them to slavers!" "It's to protect the pack," I'd argued, the justification sounding hollow even to my own ears. "The arrangement has kept us safe for generations. One cub to save hundreds."

To take without asking was to steal. The butler originally thought Haley was angry because James had spent so much money on Xena, but he didn't expect her to ask this question. Nevertheless, he answered truthfully, "In the Ford family, if a household staff steals, they are dismissed, handed over to the police, and compensated according to the original value of the item." "What if it's a family member?"

I asked him as we were walking. “We used to live in this old house by the edge of the border. While I was away working, trying to find money to feed my family, the thugs came in and took my wife and daughter away. When I got home, the house was ruined and my family wasn’t there anymore. One of the thugs came to me and demanded I give them money in exchange for my family. If not, they would sell them as slaves to the upper class families in the capital. I was desperate so I had no choice but to steal money.” He admitted. I felt angry hearing what those thugs had done to him and his family. They need to be brought to justice.

His sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd before he began. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” he started, his voice controlled and authoritative. “I wish I were addressing you under better circumstances, but it seems certain individuals believe they can trespass on my property and steal from me without consequences.” A murmur rippled through the audience. Reporters leaned forward, recording every word. Brayden continued, “My home was recently invaded. Bugging devices were found in multiple rooms, including private areas where sensitive discussions take place. More concerning is that a highly confidential document belonging to my company was stolen—one containing future expansion pl

Jack sat in the living room looking gloomy as never before “You are still my wife and I have nowhere to go or no one to talk to. Please, don’t send me away “ Right at that moment, he wasn’t making any sense to her at all. Seeing him in her house was already enough shock. “Repeat what you just said, Jack. Please I have had a lot of things to deal with today and I am not in the best moods ever. Let alone coming to deal with you in my house. Where the hell did you get my keys?” she asked curiously. “I simply stole them from you the same way that I stole your company and your properties. Here I am admitting that I am a thief, Caro. “He stated pitifully.

“No one will agree to buy the house and Car without seeing it first. And besides, it’s not like that is a scam. I will be getting the original documents of both properties so Jonathan and his family will have no other choice than to leave.” “I really think you have gathered enough proof to apprehend that woman. And Jonathan too.” “And where is the fun in that? I only get to see him suffer for the money he stole.” “Is that not better?” “No. He needs to be homeless, miserable… with nowhere to go. That is the plan.” “And the money?” “That money is mine, regardless. It is going to be a piece of cake getting it back from that woman. I promise you.” “How do you intend to pull it through?”

He has no right! "Darius." He took my other hand, pleading with his eyes. "Just until she finds a place to stay, okay?" "A place to stay?" He nodded. "Martha's father's brother kicked her out. She has nowhere to go, and I can never forgive myself if something bad happens to the baby." I didn't realize I was crying until the tears streamed down my face. I shook my head. I knew he was trying to sabotage our relationship. He's using the baby to steal Darius away from me.