Stealing Spree Novels & Stories

The officer closed his notebook, his expression turning stern. "Wayne Whitmore, you're suspected of identity theft, assault, and multiple other criminal offenses. You'll need to come with us for questioning." Standing off to the side, Travis finally understood what had happened. He shot to his feet and pointed at Kelsey in disbelief. "So when you told me your cousin was paying for our honeymoon, you meant you stole the money from your own family?" Panic flashed across Kelsey's face. She grabbed his arm. "Honey, let me explain..."

“The one fighting for the Slaver tributes.” Lyla stiffens, every muscle ready to spring. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Cassie’s voice goes softer, more dangerous. “You’re also the one who burned the Slavers’ hounds alive at Stormcreek.” Lyla doesn’t answer. I lean forward, eyes sweeping between the two of them, curiosity burning like acid in my throat. The Slavers are a whispered curse, a threat that plagues the Blackwoods, and my pack steers clear of them. I only know the Blackwoods struck a deal with them that basically equaled selling their soul.

"Hey baby got the diam-" "We have to go now Reno, now!" Jovie cried. "He knows!" "Babe whats wrong?" "Jasper...he knows! We have to go, he's gonna kill me!" "Jovie what did he do?" "It doesn't matter, Reno, I have the diamond, meet me at the bus station now!" "I'll be there." Jovie's POV This was the first time stealing actually made me a little nervous, even though this might be the easiest steal of my life.

Upon reaching the village of Tramiane, the four assassins brought the survivors under the care of head Amirah’s team to help them start anew. It may take a while but it was much better that way rather than handing them over to the royal guards who will surely torture them. “This mission is one of the easiest ones I finished. Kinda boring since we just had to run away.” Secora sighed as she laid her head on top of the table. She kind of felt disappointed because she was expecting more action especially since there were four of them gathered together for that particular mission. But only running away from the royal guards, just did not meet her expectation of thrill so the disappointment was v

He drove the car, with the kids in the back and me seated in the passenger seat, straight to the border. I mindlinked the entire pack. "I, Storm Alexander Mathijs Snowden, denounce my title as Alpha of the Frozen Bone Pack and offer the pack to Beta Jackson to rule in my stead until my brother is of age." I felt some power leave me, but I knew I could still beat Jackson if I wanted to. "It’s done." I said to Alpha Jackson. "If you try to double cross me, I will fucking kill you, and this will all have been for nothing."

(Kira POV) The office monitors didn't show the Spire anymore. They showed the city. The human news networks had already picked up the first ripples of the violence, broadcasting shaky, low-resolution cell phone footage of what they were labeling a "coordinated gang syndicate warfare." On screen, the storefront of a high-end Silvercrest logistics firm in the Mid-District was actively being torn apart. Two black SUVs had smashed through the plate-glass windows, and figures in dark, tactical clothing were dragging crates into the street, their movements aggressive and frantic.

The first thing people get wrong about stealing was that it’s exciting and it’s all about the thrill and running. Movies loved the running, those frantic footsteps after an alarm goes off. The desperate leap from rooftop to rooftop, the breathless escape through crowded streets. Racing hearts and jumping across rooftops with a priceless diamond tucked into your bra while police helicopters circle overhead. Personally, I blame those cliche movies because the reality is far less glamorous. The movie version of stealing, is all nonsense and real theft happens long before anyone realizes something was missing. It happens in the planning, In the waiting and In learning exactly which guard hated h

Haine said, "I have a rough understanding of the Spirale clan's base layout. I know where their armory is. When you make your move, I need you to stay as far away from it as possible. You need to distract them so I can steal their weapons." At this moment, Winter interjected, "Fine. But we do it together. We steal the weapons as partners and split the spoils." Gideon's eyes flickered. She had a point. If the Quin Royal Family was going to steal advanced weaponry, how could he not take a share? "Lord Haine, I'll also deploy a special unit to work with you on the heist. There's enough to go around, after all." "No problem," Haine assured.

However, his tone suddenly shifted. "I have a bad habit. I enjoy the thrill of stealing," he confessed. "My life is a meticulously crafted timetable. From what I'll eat to the path I'll take, every aspect has been planned out for the next ten years. One day, I witnessed someone slipping a loaf of bread into their pocket at a convenience store. It triggered an adrenaline rush, and I couldn't resist the temptation to imitate it. It felt like an intangible sword hanging over me, ready to strike at any moment—the thrill, the nervousness, the excitement—it stimulates every fiber of my being. I slowly found myself stealing more often and even got caught a few times, so I’ve learned to be more caut

I quickly hid to the side and tailed them toward the convenience store. All three of them used the stolen money to buy crackers. As the payment confirmation chimed, the system broadcast across the game. [Players 5, 49, and 61 have been eliminated for overspending. Debt: one million dollars.] The tall guy wailed, "But that was the money I stole! How is that overspending–" Before he could finish, he vanished like a flash of light. The other two punks disappeared right after him. Dozens of bags of crackers and four bags of bread thudded onto the floor. I sprinted over and pulled off my jacket, wrapping all the crackers and bread tightly.