Stealing Home Novels & Stories

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I’d go to my dad’s place for food; on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’d go to my mom’s new home to freeload meals. As for Sundays, I’d be taken away by whichever one of them lost their argument that day. Then they died in a car accident. However, what I hadn’t expected was that they were never legally married. I became the sole heir. My stepfather and stepmother were furious. From the funeral hall to my home, they went from subtle scheming to outright grabbing. I protected my inheritance all the way until I graduated from college. Then they came to take my house. When my head was split open during the fight, David’s car just happened to drive into t

Bly asked over her shoulder. "Definitely not." "We are the remnants of packs whose homes have been destroyed, just like Moonwake. My pack, Brokentooth, was founded by my great-grandfather, and we are lucky to call ourselves the founders of Nedra. We are the sanctuary for the homeless, the widows and orphans, the retired soldiers, and…" she smirked, "plenty of spies and thieves."

Hindi na rin nila ako pinilit na sumama sa kanila at inihatid na lang sa sasakyan namin. Pagkauwi sa bahay ay naabutan ko si mommy at daddy na nagts-tsaa sa living room. May pinaguusapan silang sigurado akong nakakatawa dahil pareho silang nakangiti nang lumingon sa akin. “You’re here,” ani dad. Agad na lumapit ang personal maid ko at kinuha ang mga paper bags na ipinasok ng driver ko. “Saan po ito, miss?”

"People consider me a taboo, and my previous pack basically exchanged me for land when they found it out." "I'm very sorry to hear that, Callista. No creature, whatever their circumstance be, does not deserve to be treated as such." She looks sincere and her tone is fierce, so is the indignation in her eyes, which I am stunned to realize is on my behalf. I shoot her smile of gratitude, and nod, which relaxes the set of her shoulders. "That being said, stealers are very specific to Were kind. You cannot find such creatures in other species. And throughout the years, I've noticed that most of the stealers to exist are born into wolf packs." "Have you met a stealer before?" I ask, taking a bite

I said in defeat. "Seriously, who would even be this evil to steal from a single mom?" She asked and I sighed again. My step family are just heartless, Mercy babysits and takes care of Danny my son most times. Is that what gives her children the right to steal from me? How can you even steal from someone who you regard as family, my step family knows I am struggling financially yet they steal from me without any remorse. "What do you want to do about it? I can't leave the house yet I don't have money to rent somewhere else by myself." I said.

“I can't drag you too far into this problem. I think I should stay away from you and take care of the rest myself. But while I was breaking into a garage in the abandoned house at the end of the housing, I saw Richmond's car come and stop at Katrina's house." "You're going to steal another car? Oh my God, think about the demands you'll receive,” Hazel groaned in annoyance. It seemed very difficult to keep the man from committing the stupid act of stealing the cars left by the homeowners who were on vacation. But Calvin is Calvin, the man always has a thousand and one answers to every debate she starts. “Yeah, because of you, I didn't steal the car. Thank you," said Calvin sarcastically. And

Archer thanked Stella. Stella entered the treatment room and looked through the patient's information. The patient last week had been treated and he didn't need to come over anymore. The patient in the treatment room was a first-timer. It was stated in the file that he was a 62-year-old man, and his name was Owen Hadley. The psychological problem he was facing was that he had a habit of stealing. Owen was from A Country, and his family was very well off. He lived with his son in the United States, and his son was engaged in international trade. His company was very large, and they all lived in a mansion that was worth 30 million dollars.

And having a weak friend like Sophia, she was always there for her. They're being captured by the men driving the truck, because they tried to steal from them, and it was all Megan's idea that they should steal from the truck. Being an orphan, Megan use stealing as a means of living, she steals anything that comes her way, and she also dragged Sophia to her world of stealing. Megan has always been good when it comes to stealing. She's an expert in it, but unfortunately for her, today wasn't her lucky day, she was caught and now being taken to a place she has no idea of.

Jessy asked obviously surprised by Jasmine's sudden statement. Jasmine chuckled moving two steps closer. "You know what stealing means right.. I guess you do.. Yh you should.., taking what's doesn't belong to you.. Yh that's stealing" Jasmine said confusing Jessy even more. "Did I steal something from you" Jessy asked and Jasmine moved closer. "You did... You see I've always kept quite, enduring it and enduring but now it's seeming impossible to endure further.. Like I can't bare seeing the it that way again.. The both of you together.. It's killing" Jasmine said

rose to their feet, instinctively moving to protect me. Upon seeing their reaction, Henry started wailing uncontrollably. "You shouldn't let him play you! He's not 'WindListener'! He's just my roommate who used his family's money to hijack my maxed-out account. He even stole my personal photos and pretended to be me just to get to you!"