Stealing Stories Novels & Stories

* * * * * * * * * * Just like any other day, I get up from my bed. My name is Alex Stones, a billionaire. I own several businesses around the country and even outside the country, so money is not a problem for me. All I want right now, that one thing I want so badly right now, is only Seline. If I manage to get her, my life will be perfect. I will be the happiest and the luckiest man on this planet.

"How brilliant, yes of course!" "You're such a scum." He chuckled heartily, "We rogues have no place, so I'll just take other places then." For some reason, Filip's words hinted at sadness. I rolled my eyes to ignore it, but the look on his face was haunting. He looked sad. "I don't care. Stealing is stupid." "It's called surviving and looting." "If someone stole from you, how would you feel, huh?" "I would feel bad, of course. I mean, why wouldn't I, right?"

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

Alicia snorted, "Jess, stop playing around. You said you didn't take the money, but it was already in your account. We just asked for it back and you will get forgiveness. Is it hard for you?" This was truly more difficult than what Alicia had mentioned. Although it looks easy. "Miss Weisberg, to be honest, the money is not in my account right now. They have moved to my mother's account." "You mean you stole it and gave it to your mother?" Alicia came up with accusations. "No! I really didn't steal it, Miss Weisberg." Jessica defended herself once again. "If you didn't mean to take the money, then why did you give it to your mother?"

I could feel her pain and her stress; however, I couldn’t truly say that I sympathized with her. Everyone had their own problems and mine happened to come with putting enough food on the table for me and my mother. So, I didn’t really want to hear about the sorrowful story of a rich heiress and her struggle to marry the love of her life against all odds and all that. “Did Kyle admit that he stole that storyboard from me? He came to my room saying that he wanted to pick up his things and then stole that storyboard,” I spat accusingly.

Annie explained, truthfully. "Why did you steal it? Don't you have enough? How could you do this to me" Mrs Lila nagged, still not believing whatever she was saying. "I swear I didn't steal them. You have to believe me. Why would I? What wojld I do with them? I don't even know who to sell them to. I'm not like that, I've never done anything like this" Annie said, wishing she would be believed.

“I do. I really do.” “What would Stefan have to gain from stealing your pendant. If all he cares about is going on a quest, don’t you think he would want the quest item with his escort? No, that is called failing the quest. Not really a ‘hero's’ greatest moment. Plus, has he shown any interest in it beyond explaining what the werecats wanted?” She shook her head. “So then Mr. Oliver and Evander were working together? Evander was betraying Stefan. But for what?”

Jonathan held his stomach and grimaced, but he still refused to give up as he struggled to his feet. "A judge? Surely you're mistaken! He's a thief. He got punished in high school for stealing from his classmates, and now he's stealing my mother-in-law's gold bracelet. He's just a guy with sticky fingers. Someone like him couldn't possibly be a judge." Victoria swallowed and chimed in, "That's right. I'm his wife. He stole my mom's gold bracelet, and he also stole other girls' underwear to sell. I thought he went too far, so I wanted everyone to teach him a lesson."

Some people can’t become parents, while others don’t give a damn about kids… “Well, I hope for a while we can replace yours with normal ones,” Nazar wriggles out, looking at me. “Rule number two, though… it’s probably even more important than the first. WE DON’T STEAL ANYTHING FROM THE HOUSE!” he says demonstratively, staring at Masha, and she rolls her eyes. “And outside the house too! We forget that habit! I remember perfectly how we met, Masha!” “Judge not and you won’t be judged!” the little one snaps back. “You wouldn’t understand, rich boy! I needed food for myself and Luka! For my brother’s survival, I’ll steal as much as I have to!”

he asked. Max stirred on the floor, trying to speak but only blood came out of his mouth. “Hmm? What was the one rule?” Hank yelled, his voice louder. “No stealing,” Max said. “Right, and what did you do? You stole from me.” “Hank, you’ve got this all wrong. I didn’t steal from you, I swear it.”