Stealing Home Novels & Stories

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.

I rolled my eyes and tried my best to ignore her but as usual she was always the one to put me in the mix. "Who did you sneak off with last night?" Her eyes landed on me when she was satisfied with mom's response on the ring Carter bought for her. She was pretending as if she didn't almost wolf out and rip me to schreds in her room earlier. "I-I came home last night." I stumbled over my words as I spoke. "So did you also pay that bill last night?" She continued to stick her nose in my business. I knew she already knew the answer to that question since I didn't have any cash on me that night.

"I'll go to work take my things then check on the situation but I doubt that I will manage to carry myself through. I was hoping you will take me home and then bring my car later or send somebody to bring it." He smiled a little and looked at me. "Do you trust me with your car? You don't think I will steal it or something?" I laughed at him at least he gave me something to laugh about I was so tense. "We work together remember so if you steal it I'm going to find you and catch you, so don't worry." "I am going to steal it then because you are going to come to my place looking for me then you will find out where I'm staying." I laughed at this man who wanted to loo me to his place. I was not

His car is the reason why he was finding her brother. But, wait, it’s not right. “Maybe, you got it wrong. He will never use someone’s car without permission.” She stepped backward when Charles started to walk near to her. “Stop defending him. We have CCTV cameras in the house, and I confirmed that he was the one who took my car.” Kirsten suddenly felt afraid when she noticed that Charles had changed his expression. He looked mad while looking at her and as if he would bite her.

He answered coldly. “I will not! He’s selling my things! My property, this is robbery!” She whisper screamed at him when she noticed she was drawing attention to herself, so she slipped into a nearby alley to get a small measure of privacy. “Isn’t it neat that you’re paying restitution for everything you’ve stolen from the pack?” Tom chuckled evilly. “You remember the orphanage, the hospital, the school. The youth training program…oh, did I mention the account meant to pay for all Ember’s needs? Then there’s the old age home and the housing?”

"You asked for the devil's help, remember? It's a little late for moral qualms about my surveillance experience." I want to tell him I only asked because I had no one else to turn to, because Rowan would think I’m insane, and because Sebastian is the only person I know who operates in the grey areas of life. Who understands that sometimes you have to bend the rules to get to the truth. Who won't judge me for doing something that feels dangerously close to stalking. But the words die in my throat. Because Jane’s car is slowing down. And I see the Grandview Hotel rise ahead of us.

So much for dancing at my wedding. But then again, maybe being in a wheelchair will make me more sympathetic to Atlas and the others. I need to get access to the Steele Family Vault. Nobody even knows which bank it is in or how to access it. Knowing the Steeles, it could be anywhere. They are eccentric in ways other billionaire families are not.

Now I need a way to get them again but without stealing, or not. Stuffing everything I can, I feel the boards underneath me making a squeaky sound, I move to get it off. When it moves, there's a box under. And opening it I see big chunks of $100. Oh my god, she is loaded. Jackpot! I stuffed it all in my bag. Lastly, finishing my job, I take the bleach I bought from the drug store, I pure it all the way till I reach the back where the kitchen door is, I run out from it and hide under a small pile of junk, I move a wood tile to the side, then I squeeze myself out, getting to my room just in time I’m hit by my pup Harvey, out of the two I know it’s him cause Harvey was the one who stole the clo

Poor thing, I am about to ruin his surprise gift to his girlfriend that would not accept his proposal until he buys his house. "They will learn soon" I shrugged. This is the third person I am selling my late parents' house to today and I can't help but feel somehow excited. Call me a thief because it's my nature and I can't change it even if I want. Not when stealing has become my only hope of surviving since I was fifteen. Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning.