Stealing Home Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

- he stammered. - His focus is on up-and-coming companies and big companies, he gets close to the owner, or partners. Usually people he finds easy to manipulate, the goal is to get accounts cloned, to steal all the money. It is possible that he comes back to your house, we suggest that you change the locks and give us the access keys to the cameras. Let's keep an eye out, you are probably his only current focus. - Oh my God, how could I believe a man like that? I don't...

Nothing that made me look less desperate or less pathetic. “I admit it.” My throat tightened. “I stole. And you have every reason to be mad at me. But Adrian… your parents pushed me to it.” His eyes flickered with something vulnerable before it vanished quickly. “Ungrateful,” he muttered. “That’s what you are! My parents gave you and your mother a roof. Food. Job. You practically breathe because of the Ravenwoods’ generosity. And because they withheld three months of salary, you decided to steal from them?”

I remained silent the whole ride, deep in my thoughts. We had gotten far into the journey when familiarities started to spring up. They were minimal at first so I didn’t pay them much attention, but then they became much more glaring that I couldn’t just ignore. Connor was taking us to the home his company stole from me. Was he trying to absolve himself of the accusation of his Mom that day in his home? Well, I was looking forward to seeing how he could possibly explain it. Even if I could excuse him taking the house since he didn’t know it belonged to me, how could I excuse him using his power to take a person’s home away from them without caring if they had another way out?

Stele collapsed on floor and said "why this is happening? my only daughter became mad because of that so called man and bitch, where my daughter went? why we should suffer like this?" As soon as Mr. Stele got information about his daughter's missing he filed complaint on don and took the police to Don's home, Don was in his home from past two days, he is getting feeded by his love they're watching a movie by the time police approached to their home, police bowed infront of don and said "sorry your highness for our sudden coming, but Mr. Stele complained that you abducted his daughter to kill her"

“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.

" I would be happy if you would leave me the house tonight but it annoys me that she uses you so much. She's really bad with you, Annabelle... She really doesn't deserve your kindness." " Yes, but... I can help her. We have the same face...I'm broke and she needs to go clubbing." " She's not going to pay you anything, Annabelle." " Not quite." " What ? An old television is no payment, Annabelle!" " It's true but... It allows me to watch our favorite shows!" Annabelle stared at the television set in the middle of her living room. It was her sister's reward for standing in for her 10 times at work last month. It was...the only modern thing in her living room.

"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!"