Stealing Spree Novels & Stories

Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask. He can snap a guy's neck in less than ten seconds. I've witnessed his murderous nature. He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior. And branded too dangerous for missions. At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full pledged contract sniper for the club. We don't believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad. It was his grandmas dying wish. “As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn't mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and

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?”

“That's Aaric Bernardi. The CEO of Bernardi Unity, but... in this club, he's better known as one of the biggest mobsters. He has his own territory in Los Angeles." My blood froze. Mobsters. MAFIA. The word boggled my mind, but at the same time, it made sense. The way Aaric had so easily killed someone yesterday, the way he looked at people, his intimidating presence, his attitude of seeming to have it all. It all fits. The bartender got busy again, leaving me with darker thoughts than before. Aaric's figure remained standing there, his shadow larger than life. His every little movement felt like a veiled threat. He spoke calmly, with a gaze that was never really friendly.

What I did not expect was that he would conspire with Alessandro to kidnap his own daughter just so he could have access to her penthouse and her money. All I could see at that moment was white at the edges of my vision, the rage within me so pure that it clawed at my control. I had fantasized about Alessandro’s death for days now and how I would be the one who would kill him for it, but this.. this betrayal burned deeper than anything. I didn't even need to threaten them or drag the truth out of their throats. They had offered it up themselves, right here in a café filled with people who would never know the kind of devils that sat on table seven.

They took her money, used her connections, and then stabbed her in the back! I sat in the café, watching the two of them squirm on the screen, and took a graceful sip of my latte. Suddenly, the basement door was thrown open. A group of people stormed in, led by a middle-aged man who pointed an angry finger at Claude. “Claude! You liar! Where’s the half-million you owe me?” More and more suppliers crowded into the small basement. “Pay up! Or we’re taking you to court!” The scene descended into chaos.

Hailey stumbled out, pointing at Sierra, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Officer, I want to report something! Sierra told me she had a system that could steal people's scores! She's been taking Vera's grades since the mock exams before the college test! Please, please check her! I just want my real score back!" Of course. People only understood pain once it cut into their own flesh. With Hailey's testimony, Sierra had no way out. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing, screaming, cursing through her tears. "Fine! Yes, I had a system! So what? She chose to eat the stuff I gave her! How is that my fault? My family's rich! So what if I toyed with some worthless nobody? What's wrong with having a

To figure out how to steal Hent and her friends back on a bright day. She twisted the man's arm and she heard a cracking of bones mixed with a cry of pain. Blanche stood up and give a better look at the curved man, she was still holding his wrist and his knife fell on the ground together with his cap. "You?!" she can't believe what she's seeing right now. They have the same look, he has deep-set eyes, his bones on the cheeks were prominent and he has full lips. She step on the knife and help the man collect himself, still not letting go of his hand Blanche scrutinized him; funny how he's just on the market selling knives and now stealing from the people he sold knives from; he looks tired. "

Robert says as he takes the last sip from his coffee cup and then places it on the floor next to him. It is impressive that he is able to drink a hot drink like that in just a few minutes. “Why does Spencer want Jacob dead?” Robert asks. “That’s the same question running through my mind.” Chad says. “Spencer stole a few trucks of cocaine from Jacob, thinking he would not have noticed, but now Jacob is after him and has sent his goons to terrify him day and night until their set time reaches to kill him.” I explain and Chad runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

he said quietly, each word pressed with intention, “this is the CEO of BlueSky. You better not do anything stupid. Don’t offend him. I’ll try to get Lauren to change her mind.” Tessa turned her head slightly, giving him her attention this time. Her expression was calm, but her eyes held a depth that made Curtis pause for a fraction of a second. “Do you know stealing is a criminal offense?” he continued, his voice tightening as though he wanted to make sure his message sank in. Tessa’s brows drew together slightly as she studied him. “You’re saying you can go to jail for stealing?” she asked, her tone measured, as if she were confirming something important.

And I would do a better job than him, that’s for sure. It was the golden rule for stealing. If you don’t want to get caught, you only take small amounts per day. No one ever notices the small amounts. Their old accountant was stupid when they did a one-time-big-time. They must have been really desperate. In my annoyance, I grab my purse that was discarded alongside the countless paper clippings. I grab my wallet. Where is it?