Stealing Spree Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

"Can you come up with something more... legal?" "They're doing an illegal trade. It's not like they'd report us to the police if it gets stolen," Stella scoffed. "Robbing people of stolen money is still robbery," Keegan countered. Stella did not bother to argue further and said, "Fine. I'll do it myself!" However, Keegan could not let her embark on such a dangerous journey alone. Thus, he used his connections to uncover the location of Walter and Hylda's transaction. He called in a few specially trained security personnel from the company's security team to aid them in their mission.

“We didn’t have any conflicts. In fact, I helped her with most of the things she has today. I’m not bragging, but I made Veronica who she is now. And this is how she repays me? By teaming up with Simeon Grant to steal my family’s legacy?” I paused for effect, letting the weight of my words sink in. “Miss Stacy has done this before, you know. This isn’t her first time stealing from someone wealthy. What makes my case different is the scale, she’s never stolen something this big before. And Simeon Grant? He’s the mastermind. She steals, and he benefits. It’s a pattern, and now the people of New York are seeing it for what it is.” The interviewer leaned back in her chair, clearly intrigued. “So

As always, Leen is a genius and will always be her role model in stealing! The only reason UT - agency still managed to control the thieves working under them was that they each had tracking devices implanted into the back of their neck right from when they were kids. Only they could remove it when they want to let you go, cause if you forcefully try, they sense it and enact a button from their side killing you instantly.

The heavy SUV sped away from the curb and disappeared into the dark city streets long before the first police sirens began to wail in the distance. Adrian pulled out his tablet, plugged the small drive into the port, and began scrolling through the stolen data. A satisfied, cruel smile touched his lips. He was completely engrossed in his victory. He had ruined his uncle, humiliated a cartel boss, and stolen highly classified leverage without firing a single shot.

“Hindi naman talaga. Nakita ko lang si Neo dito at tinulungan na ring pumili ng damit at gastahin ‘yong pera ni Dwayne.” “Tss... Kahit ilang libo pa ang kunin mo, hindi ‘yan basta-bastang mauubos,” singit naman ni Dwayne. “Tama na ba ‘tong suot ko?” “You’re really look good at that, Neo,” sabi pa ni Clara. Napabusangot ako. Lalo pa at sumang-ayon sa kanya ang lahat. Hindi na rin ako nagtagal at nagpaalam na rin na uuwi na. Hindi na rin nila ako pinilit na sumama sa kanila at inihatid na lang sa sasakyan namin.

"Gwyneth isn't coming back. And neither are you." Leanna went quiet for a while. Then, she said, "You're right. I'm not coming back either. Let's break up." Graham didn't ask her to stay. He knew that he didn't have the right. … Half a year later, Rowland Group was hit with a massive financial problem, and Graham was held accountable. The company went bankrupt, his properties were seized, and all of his assets were frozen. Once, he had been the CEO of the company with a bright future ahead of him, but now, he lost everything overnight.