Novel & Cerita Stealing Spree

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 looked around the street and then he picked a car, he decided on one, it’s not that new or old, it’s a sport cart which means it’s very fast, he stood near the door and took out a pocket knife, it took him a minute, a full minute to open the door, we both got in and he wire turned it on, he started to drive out of my town, the one I’m used to, the one that I called home for so long, I sighed in relief, I was very happy to be out, I don’t know how long I would last hiding every night, and running. “So are you two going to tell me your names?” I ask them. “I’m Stella,” the girl says happily, she’s very excited about this whole thing, must be her first time running and stealing a car. “And h

he replied shakingly. "You allowed my goods to get rob,do you know how much I spent on that,"Grayson said angrily then he shot him in his leg. "Ahhhh,"the man scream in pain. The others just watch in fear,they silently prayed in their mind for the lord to save them from this devil. "Michelle I want you to find out about the current location of those bastards that stole my goods,"grayson said to michelle. Michelle contact leon in the clan who happens to be good at anything hacking,few minutes later,leon sent the location of the thief.

Whatever the Cobras threw at us, we were answering with steel and plans and a loyalty that hurt because it was real. The first drop point was quiet, empty but for a crate marked for a garage two blocks from the Cobra shed. Blaze and Duke moved in, soft as wolves. They made their cut with clamps and wires, pushed the crate into our van, and melted back into the night. No gunfire. No blood. Purpose. We hit four more points before sun threatened. Each one smaller than the last clean theft. Each one an irritation to a machine used to smooth money. We weren’t killing men; we were taking away conveniences that kept them fed.

"Uhm, not exactly. Y'know, stealing is a hoax, darling. It's a cover of some sort. No one's going to know what I am up to if they are blinded by the fact that I am a thief. Only the guys that keep on tracking me and everyone they suspect is in alliance with me think otherwise. That's because I've hit them hard before. They know I'm more than just a thief." Only organizations are deeply after me. Mostly Shawtech and the Filipino bastards that own Vono group. "On the path to finding what I seek, I do not mind making short stops here and there to fix issues and get some money." I add, shrugging. She continues the look at me, her tiny pale body stationed against the bed rest, in full concentrati

Marsha asked. “I have never told you this before but when I was 16 years old, my friends and I used to steal cars and sell them for scrap.The first car I stole was a grey 1998 Sedan, just like the one you just heard and saw. I killed the alarm by drilling through the battery and shorting out the electrical system. I planned the job for weeks and had a spare steering wheel and a battery as a backup. The sound of a turbo-charged engine brought back memories of the night I saw a beautiful Indian girl peeping through her bathroom window as I hid under a mask stole her parents’ car.

Her gaze flicked between us, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I was just leaving,” I said quickly, grabbing a book and making my way to the door. That night, I was in the kitchens fetching some fruit when Stella stormed in. Her eyes were wild, and she looked angrier than I’d ever seen her. “What did you take?” she demanded. “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “Don’t play dumb with me!” she snapped. “I saw you sneaking out of the treasury earlier. What did you steal?”

Every inch of him screamed agony. Randall leaned down, fisting the prisoner’s hair, yanking his head upright. The man whimpered like an animal. “This,” Randall said softly, his eyes never leaving Spencer, “is what happens when someone defies me.” He let the words hang in the stale air. “And if you ever think of doing the same… this will be you.” Spencer swallowed hard, bile burning his throat. Randall released the man’s head, letting it drop forward like dead weight. Then he turned back to Spencer, as if he were simply asking a business associate to explain quarterly losses. “Why?” His eyes narrowed to slits. “Why did you organize men to rob the Silverwoods?”

Cohen's expression darkened as he warned, "Bella, the fact that I'm even willing to settle this is already a show of respect. Don't push your luck. You'd better think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of offending Skyreach Corp!" I smiled. "That's what I should be saying to you. If you offend me, you and the entirety of Skyreach Corp behind you won't survive the consequences! Now get out of my way. Once I'm done dealing with this bitch, I'll deal with you." The crowd gasped at my words. "Who is she? She's saying even Skyreach Corp can't touch her?" "Skyreach Corp is one of the fastest rising companies in Klistead. Only a few companies are above them. Is she from the Spenc

Spade narrowed his eyes, and so did Matteo, they already had an idea where this conversation was going "So you're saying whoever sold the weapons to you stole it"? Matteo's asked and Stefano winked at him "Bingo" he squealed out "and they stole it from you" Spade chewed on his inner cheek, feeling his anger slowly start to surface, his hands on the table had fisted themselves "There's more" Stefano added, making Spade to look at him again, his face blank and bored, an indication he was angrier than he looked, he was so close to exploding.