Stealing Home Sherryl Woods Novels & Stories

Sherly It's been a year since I left Nicklaus Michaelson after stealing lots of money from him, I was planning on stealing more but his fucking wife messed up everything for me, but I got enough money to help Xavier's business grow more. Poor him, he caught me in bed with his best friend, what was he thinking? That I would be with him? Bro should have been smarter he was not that good in bed and the worst is I was with him because of his money, Xavier needed money to fund his company that got bankrupt and when he brought up the plan about his rich friend I bought the idea and started dating Nicklaus, the fool was crazy enough to fall for my games

Before I could react, he shoved past me and barged into my apartment with his family. "You got my restaurant shut down. From now on, you're responsible for feeding my entire family." That was the last straw. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" I snapped. "I'm going to sue you for breaking into someone's home in broad daylight!" The woman, Shelby Vaughn, stormed up to me and let out a cold laugh. "Go ahead. Sue us. We've got nothing left anyway. Since we can't survive out there, we'll just live here from now on."

I quickly sent a message to explain, only for a bright red exclamation mark to pop up. [Message sent, but blocked by the recipient.] Just as I was about to use another number to add her, a message from her appeared. [Break up with David.] Just as expected, there was no such thing as a first love who didn’t care. [Be with me. I’ll keep you.] Huh? … The housekeeper, Mrs. Thompson, dragged me out of bed. After all, Linda was about to arrive. “Aren’t we going to the airport to pick her up?”

Each step down felt like a decision. A commitment. No turning back. At the bottom, she paused again. The back exit was just ahead. One guard stood near the door. Arms crossed. Alert. Ava’s fingers curled slightly. Think. Running past him wasn’t an option. Talking her way out? Unlikely. Which meant that she needed a distraction. Her eyes scanned the area quickly. Cleaning supplies. A trolley. A metal bucket. Ava moved quietly, grabbing the bucket and rolling it just slightly with her foot, then she shoved it hard across the floor.

* * * * * * * * * * 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.

" The threat was clear, layered with dark promise; I fled to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it with shaking hands. The bathroom was as luxurious as everything else in this damned estate - all marble and gold fixtures, a shower that could fit four people, heated floors beneath my cold feet. I stripped off the wet clothes with fumbling fingers, my entire body shaking now from cold and delayed shock. The hot water, when I finally stepped under it, felt like salvation and punishment combined. I stood there for what felt like hours, letting the heat seep into my bones, washing away the mud and rain if not the memory of my failed escape. Tears mixed with shower water, silent

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

boldly scrawled on the bottom, approving each purchase. “Gotcha, Ms Greyson,” I sneer as I look them over. I don’t know how my father got his hands on them, but they look real enough. It doesn’t matter if they are real, the implication is damning. Based on what is in my hands, Greyson Mills has been embezzling money from Steele Industries for YEARS and using that money to cover up their own crimes. It doesn’t matter if Cordelia knew what she was signing, or even if she signed them at all.

Ever since I moved in, that family across the hall had been stealing anything they could get their hands on. No wonder I found it odd when I first moved in. No one in the entire building kept shoes or umbrellas outside their doors. It turned out that everyone was just trying to protect themselves from this bizarre family. They really loved stealing. It even included my doormat or any food deliveries I did not pick up immediately. They did not even spare my bras, panties, and socks that were hanging out to dry on the rooftop!

the man hissed dangerously, but Sherry didn’t flinch. “I know who you are! You’re a thief! You came to steal from Lilith’s house!” She shot back, and the man actually laughed, as if she had told him the funniest joke. “Steal? Why would I steal when I can buy this whole neighborhood? What am I saying, I own the whole neighborhood.” I stared in disbelief, almost imagining him rolling his eyes at her words. “Y-you—” Sherry stammered, but the man spat back,