Stealing Home Novels & Stories

“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?”

The audience murmurs quietly. “He took keys to nice homes and got the addresses from the patient chart. He’d wait to see if anyone lived in the house. If they did, he’d wait longer. Stake it out. Break in while they were gone and clean them out completely. No forced entry. Just smooth and casual.” Hunter exhales. “He lived well. Beautiful home. Nice cars. Some he stole outright using keys. A few got repossessed — he’d just replace them. Slick as hell.”

My parents tried every way to convince her, but my sister, Holly Shaw, was as stubborn as a horse. Back in the seventies when Anthony Brown and his mother, Amelia Brown, showed up at our farm, they were skin and bones, practically bullied out of their wits. Nobody dared to get near them, except for me, sneaking out in the dead of night with some food and warm clothes from our stash. For that, once the pair made it back to the city, marrying the girl who saved them was the first thing on their list. In my previous life, Holly had snatched the credit for that good deed.

’ ‘Ok I’ll start,’ he readjusts his seat slightly so we are even closer, our feet slightly touching, ‘let’s have a warm up first, never have I ever snuck out of my job with a stranger before. My job? Well that’s my house…if I drink I’d be lying. But wait! I work from home so technically it’s not a lie! I breathe a sigh of relief as I reach for my mug and take a huge gulp. ‘Ok it’s your turn now.’ I nod thinking, ‘never have I ever stolen anything.’ He freezes for a moment, his eyes falling to the table, swallowing nervously as he picks his mug and takes two huge gulps. ‘What have you stolen?’ I ask, intrigued.

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.

Dominic’s expression turned solemn, and he mumbled, “This is bad…” Steal and pilfer. Both meant that Dimas wanted to forcibly take something that did not belong to him! His greatest worry was about to happen!

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

The office was almost completely empty now, and my reflection on the tall glass windows looked tired, but determined. I thought back to that night eight years ago. I thought back to the hotel room, to Maverick's large body sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then to his Rolex wrist watch glinting even under the dim light. I would never forget how fast my heart had been pounding in my chest when I slipped the watch into my pocket and ran out barefoot, not daring to look back. I honestly didn't mean to steal it, not really. But I needed the money for my sick mother, and selling that wrist watch had saved her life.

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

Ilia whispered, power retracting into her bones like a coil. Derrin tensed. “I smell them. Rogues.” Caelan moved instantly, stepping in front of Ilia. “Shift. Now.” The forest line exploded with snarls as shadows darted toward them. Dozens of rogue wolves charged out of the darkness, their eyes feral, foam lining their jowls. These weren’t scouts. This was a coordinated strike. Caelan shifted mid-motion, bones cracking, fur ripping through skin as his silver wolf launched forward, intercepting the first attacker with brutal efficiency. They tumbled together in a clash of muscle and fang. Blood sprayed across the moonlit water.