Stealing Home Novels & Stories

he asked. Max stirred on the floor, trying to speak but only blood came out of his mouth. “Hmm? What was the one rule?” Hank yelled, his voice louder. “No stealing,” Max said. “Right, and what did you do? You stole from me.” “Hank, you’ve got this all wrong. I didn’t steal from you, I swear it.”

Calvin used his pocket money or money he stole from his parents to buy the meth but it was never enough. Eventually, Calvin 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 Calvin 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!" Calvin shouted and jumped out of the window we removed.

Mrs Green swallowed her bitterness in her heart and said, “Let’s sell the designer clothes to buy food and maybe buy a one-bedroom apartment.” At that moment, a van stopped in front of them. Ten burly men got out of the van, and then they started loading the boxes into the van. Mrs Green's eyes were as big as saucers when she saw the van left with their belongings. She screamed and said, “Help! Someone is stealing our stuff.” However, the neighbours turned a blind eye. She ran after the van, crying uncontrollably, but help never came. She knelt on the ground, sobbing sorrowfully. They lost everything. From that day, the Green couple became homeless.

“Relax, Liam, we will figure this out. I guess we need to persuade Adrian Grey more, and then we can destroy the evidence” “I do not think it is going to work, Amber, although we have a Truce, he kept denying the existence of it”. Amber was deep in thought, she paced endlessly, trying to rethink her mind, but the most extreme solution seemed to be the only option left. “He must be keeping it in his most cherished safe, don't you think Liam?” “What are you trying to insinuate?” Liam responded, raising a side glance at her batting lashes. “Let us steal it”, Amber suggested, smirking.

“It was his father who did the stealing… Gavin was just a boy.” “Theft is in his blood. Like father, like son…” Coraline muttered. “It’s time for you both to leave. I have nothing to offer you.”

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

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."

"That's my own card! The money in there is mine!" Ryan finally looked up, irritation plain on his furrowed face. "There's no 'yours and mine' here! Mom, we're family! My money is your money, and your money is naturally our family's money too! "You won't need that much at the nursing home anyway. What's wrong with letting us borrow it for a while?" I stood my ground. "But it's my money. If you asked me for part of it, I wouldn't complain. But you can't just take all of it!"

To argue. To demand. But then she heard the word, Collateral. Her body went cold. Removed what was not yours to remove. Return what belongs to me. Belongs. Her stomach twisted. Belongs? The door was slightly ajar. She hadn’t realized. She hadn’t knocked. She heard Dominic’s voice next. “She is not negotiable.” Her breath caught. Negotiable? Negotiable to who? What was this? Debt ownership. Leverage. Location leak.

As my thumb presses the power button, my eyes fall upon the message preview. My annoyance instantly evaporates, replaced by a cold, numbing shock. The blood drains from my face as I read the words. From: Unknown NumberMessage: “You have refused to pay me after I stabbed you to get what you wanted. This was a deal. If it is not kept, next time, I will not avoid your vitals.” I read it again, certain I must have misunderstood. But the words remain unchanged, glaring up at me from the screen. “Miles? What is it?” Evans leans forward, his brow furrowed.