Stealing Home Sherryl Woods Novels & Stories

Even the strong ones that don't have leather but thick sandals have lost quality with all the months spent inside the boxes without being opened. Sharon uses all her self control to prevent herself from slapping her senseless but then she sees that the girl took her after her in everything. Spending and speaking and attitude... She starts to regret her life. They are flat broke and there's almost nothing they can do about it. "Mum, I still have another plan." Hesitantly, Sharon asks her, "what is it? Is it better than investing?" "Yes mum. But we'll need to play a little dirty. We need to steal something from someone. He trades in jewels and always leaves his briefcase in the room whenever w

I don't fucking care if he wants to stay here for a deal and whore around, but tomorrow either way I am gonna leave and she'd remember exactly who she belonged to. And my women she endures it. She cries. She shatters. She bleeds beautifully under my touch. And somehow, even with all the damage I inflict, she stays. That's the part that drives me insane. That delicate line between her fear and her surrender—it's addictive. She was never supposed to mean anything. But now she means everything. There's a knock on the door. Sharp. Measured. "Enter," I called without turning. Caleb walks in, suited, precise, a file in his hand. He shuts the door behind him. "We intercepted new intel on the Rourke

My parents tried every way to convince her, but my sister, Holly Shaw, was as stubborn as a horse. Back in the seventies when Anthony Brown and his mother, Amelia Brown, showed up at our farm, they were skin and bones, practically bullied out of their wits. Nobody dared to get near them, except for me, sneaking out in the dead of night with some food and warm clothes from our stash. For that, once the pair made it back to the city, marrying the girl who saved them was the first thing on their list. In my previous life, Holly had snatched the credit for that good deed.

Carmen and I slipped backstage at the auction to finalize project details with our partners—and ended up overhearing some interesting news. Turns out Chloe hadn’t paid for anything that evening. Her friends at the table were forced to reach into their own pockets, reluctantly covering overpriced items they didn’t even want. By the time the event wrapped up, everyone was quietly snickering at Chloe, and she was left utterly humiliated. After the auction incident, word spread that Chloe was short on cash. Gradually, whispers started that the Parker family business was teetering on the brink. The Parkers panicked, scrambling like ants on a hot skillet—with their eyes locked on me and my dad, th

“I know Ms. Rivers won’t like me, but I’ll do my best to win her over. Don’t worry. I’ll move into your house as a nanny to take care of her and the child after the baby is born.” Zayn patted her shoulder again when he heard those words. “I’m sorry.” My chest tightened as I watched them. The air was squeezing out of my lungs. A few minutes later, Zayn left to collect her medicine, leaving Whitney alone in the hallway. She straightened her clothes, then curved her lips into a cold smile as she slowly walked toward me. “Ms. Rivers, you’ve been hiding here for quite a while. You heard everything, didn’t you?”

Each payment would be found out if someone in that line decided to betray. When the sale occurred — a fleeting burst of cold air that took $400,000 to blast open a vault where the Blackwoods believed they were masters of their domain — Shayla did not smile. She lay awake in the attic and the world was spinning. Half of her would be crying out a warning, at the boots coming up the stairs, at Samuel yelling for men to take away what she had taken and the necks of the people she loved. Instead, silence. Noise was once more unbearable. Her breathing was too harsh in her ears. The lamp made dancing shadows like omens.

It had been too long since she last set foot here. Since her mother’s death, Sherryl Rain hadn’t returned. With her mother gone, there was nothing left to come back for. The few essential items that remained in the house had been sold in the street market by her aunt May and uncle Larry, she had known the items had passed through hands until they landed with someone who could sell them further. The money Sherryl had gained was carefully stashed away, safe—or so she had thought—in a nearby place where her aunt and uncle lived, though it was miles from this place.

The office was almost completely empty now, and my reflection on the tall glass windows looked tired, but determined. I thought back to that night eight years ago. I thought back to the hotel room, to Maverick's large body sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then to his Rolex wrist watch glinting even under the dim light. I would never forget how fast my heart had been pounding in my chest when I slipped the watch into my pocket and ran out barefoot, not daring to look back. I honestly didn't mean to steal it, not really. But I needed the money for my sick mother, and selling that wrist watch had saved her life.

"Elara?" We straightened and went back into the living room where the midnight news was playing on the TV. Mom was sitting upright now, her eye focused on the headlines. [Shootout at docks. Billionaire, Victor Blackwood taken into custody.] “He'll go to prison,” she said. Then, she broke down and cried. And there was nothing—absolutely nothing—I could do to comfort her.

Chad Woods The next morning after claiming everything, Chad showed up at the Woods mansion, this time for massive destruction, he knew that messing with the family would gain him more power and control. Kael was already there, waiting. He’d heard everything. The stolen fortune. The forged papers. His grandmother’s death. And Amy...Amy’s name being dragged through the mud by Chad’s lies. When Chad stepped into the living room, Kael was standing by the window, his fists clenched. The air was thick, almost vibrating with tension.